Even if the scale groans the dreadful words, ‘get off of me,’ I know I am doing great |
Okay, I’m going to weigh myself for the first time in a month this weekend. Phase I is ending and it wasn’t as bad as thought it would be. I got moving after a year of a completely sedentary life, most of it pregnant and on bed rest. During this phase I was encouraged to know that my food choices were 90% good; however, my food portions were too big. My girlfriends and I had a discussion last weekend about finding the root emotional cause as to why we gained wait. I know a few of them may have found some deep psychological reason, but what can I say, I just like food! It’s exacerbated by the fact that I’m home all day bored and nursing a baby with an increased appetite.
So far, so good, as far as following the program. I must confess that I had a few bad food days and missed one of my scheduled workouts. To be honest I don’t think the numbers on the scale are going to be any numerically different when I weigh myself this weekend. I don’t feel the numbers will be representative of my progress because the scale can’t measure what I’m experiencing; an increase in strength, muscle mass, and energy. Even if the scale groans the dreadful words, ‘get off of me,’ I know I am doing great and this is what matters most. I believe I’m off to a great start.
