I had mentioned earlier why I was not weighing. Then, stupid me, went and weighed. And again today, you know, to get the first thing in the morning weight. When I saw that the number hadn't gone down, I felt so deflated. And also fat.
If I can't handle a tiny disapointment, how am I going to hang tough and do this thing?
Today, I am going to put away the damned scale and reach deep down in myself for resolve and strength.
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Totally know what you mean...if I weight myself and the # didn't change...or "GASP" if the number went up....I get totally deflated and eat my sorrows away...SOOO not the way to do it!!!
Your SOOO on my list...same struggles seems like...lol....peace out...keep it up!!
That damned scale...it's a love hate type of thing. Love it when it tells me what I wanna see, hate it when it doesn't :) LOL. I try to remind myself that muscle weighs more than fat so if I'm exercising, I could be building added muscle which would result in a bit of a gain.
Leave that scale alone! It is not your friend.
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