Yesterday I unpacked the scale… as my friend and I both said…
This morning I stepped on that scale and the results are 189 . 5 lbs. My last weigh in was one month and two days ago wherein I weighed 182 . 5 lbs. So, that means I’ve gained 7 pounds this last month.
I am not surprised and, honestly, I’m glad it wasn’t over ten pounds. I took a break and figured there’d be a gain when all was said and done. There was no scheduled exercise at all this month and I overate more times than I’d like to admit.
Does this scare me that I’ll never lose the weight? Well, last week I had moments of those fears, but then I realized that no I’m not scared. I have changed and this last month was a vacation, out-of-state move and summer break starting all rolled into one month. Things got hectic and I have emotionally allowed for that in my life.
Stepping on the scale did show me what I could already tell by how my clothes are fitting. It also forced me to face what some of my choices this last month caused. (More on the what I could’ve done differently/do I wish I’d have done things differently later…)
And like I’ve been saying recently, my life is slowly getting back to normal. Every box I unpack puts more order into our home and into my life; and every walk I take, every better food choice I make also puts order in my life health wise.
Even after this large gain I still refuse to give up. It’s one month in, Lord willing, a very long life. The scale simply put things into perspective and I’m glad I stepped on it today.