So this week I worked out more than I ever have. I didn't stuff my face with tons of extra food.
And I gained 1.6 pounds. Not .2, not .4....1.6!!! WHAT IS THAT ABOUT!!
What's worse than what the scale said, I'm embarrassed to admit that I let it ruin my attitude for the day. Yes, I still went to the gym (for two hours) and no I didn't go on a Twinkie bender, but my attitude was crappy all day. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to just burst into tears. Even hours later, out shopping, I just wanted to have a melt down. And I hate that I let it get me so down. And worse, I started to feel those old favorite put downs like "I'm worthless", "Why can't anything in my life go right", you name it, I said it to myself. Quite frankly, I'm feeling sorry for myself. You can say whatever you want, I honestly don't care how wrong it may be to feel this way. That's how I feel.
Tomorrow is a new day. That's about all I can say for myself.