It's not always rainbows and sunshine. Sometimes rain falls. Sometimes I want to curl up in a ball - cry - give up.
I can feel that little black rain cloud stalking me. It wants me to give up, lay it down. Unfortunately, I helped it today by doing something I say to never, never, never do . . . I got on the scale.
If you have been paying attention, you know weigh in is Wednesday mornings - not Tuesday nights. Buck naked (don't try to picture it), the scale said I gained 5 pounds. Of course, I went into a bit of panic, obsessive mode. What did I do wrong? Where did I mess up? I've exercised. I've recorded my everything. I've stayed in my calories all but 2 days (over 145 Sunday and over 258 on Monday), but the workouts should have taken care of those. I went to the flippin' movies and DIDN'T get Diet Coke! Do you all realize how hard that was for me?
I'm working really hard to keep my chin up. I went to the gym. I came home and had some sugar snap peas. I'm drinking my water. I'm going to get up at 5:30 - alone - and go to the gym. I'm going to get on the scale.