This morning I stepped on the scale and my weight had gone up a little over half a pound. The thoughts running through my mind were similar to these ...
Did I not push myself hard enough this week?
Did I splurge too much?
Was it that yogurt I had last night for dessert?
Am I eating too much chocolate?
Ridiculous. All this over a half a pound or so of weight gain.
I know deep inside my brain that weight fluctuates day to day, throughout the day and can change depending on water retention, sleep, stress and probably this crazy humidity we've been experiencing. But, for one moment, all of that knowledge was pushed aside and I freaked out a little bit.
Losing weight came easy to me. I think I wanted it so bad and found motivation every day that the numbers on the scale just kept going down. Then I hit the weight I'm at now. It never dips below this "magic" number, but it does creep up every once in awhile by a few pounds. Nothing major. And it usually goes back in a day or two. But I think I've gotten my mind so used to seeing those numbers go down, that mentally I have a hard time with maintenance.
And I want to stop it.
So, how do I look at the numbers and just seem them for what they are - numbers. Numbers that keep me in balance, but don't dictate my life. I'm learning to love my body for all it can do - my strong legs that can carry me on a run, the arms that have amazing muscle tone, the abs that finally are starting to have definition, and the strength I have to carry me through the worst of days - and I need to let go of the number and focus on the good.
Until next time~