I knew the day would come. I was riding high on a great streak this first week. I knew that it was a woosh and the numbers on the scale would start coming back to reality, but I still wasn't mentally prepared for it when I stepped on the scale this morning. After all, I had done really well yesterday... including a nice walk on a greenway trail by the creek with my girlfriend. But, alas, what said 305.0 on Saturday, now said 305.7 this morning.
Normally, that would get me all sorts of "out of whack" and would lead into eating something to spite the scale (as if it cares what I eat). While I definitely didn't want to see a small uptick, I know that is normal from time to time. Building muscle, retaining water, not having a sufficient bowel movement, and even sometimes when the planets aren't quite in alignment (okay, that one is in jest) all can contribute to small gains on the scale. How I responded this morning and how we should always respond is with a reminder that this journey is not a straight line. It is a curvy, semi-staircase type trip with lots of ups and downs. As a fitness freak friend of mine once said, "If you didn't eat it, you don't own it."
I have made so much progress already and I am just six days into a very long journey. I have to keep that in perspective as well.
SW: 313
CW: 305.7
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