Saturday morning. Time for my weekly weigh in.
And I'm not going to step foot on the scale. I'm not even getting it out.
Instead, I'm going to weigh in with my feelings, the mirror, and my clothes.
The last two days were tough for me. My emotions were out of whack. I felt out of sorts. I was mentally exhausted after work. I didn't exercise. I did chores around the house. I ate crap. My period started. And there's a full moon coming. Did I mention I was emotionally out of sorts?
For years I have been so tied to the number on the scale, measuring my progress by the number on the scale. I find and post funny memes about scales, weight, and exercise, but sometimes they really hit home with me.
Today, I'm not using that as a measure. Instead, I looked at myself in the mirror with kindness, and I was fairly pleased with what I saw. And then I got dressed and was pleased with how my clothes fit. I'm not really thrilled with how my stomach feels this morning, but that's due to the crap food I've had for lunches and dinners recently, and I have a plan for better eating and exercise and drinking lots of water which will help get that where I feel good again.
So no scale measurement today, just weighing in with how I look and feel. And I'm feeling pretty good.