Yesterday morning I got up and weighed myself like I do every morning. The scale hadn’t budged hardly any since Friday, and it was very upsetting to me.
My thoughts were this:
“I’ve stayed within my calorie budget every day, worked myself so hard that my legs are still aching, haven’t had hardly any time to just rest and read (due to busy schedule and fitting in trips to the gym daily) and for that?!?! I’m never going to lose 20 pounds if this is how my body is going to react to heavy workouts and eating well.”
Yes, I know that last part doesn’t make a lick of sense, but it’s how I felt. I proceeded to go ahead and indulge throughout the day adding probably an extra 150-250 extra calories to my day.
I know this is only the first week.
I know I have to keep going.
I also know that when my legs are hurting like that and I’m drinking at least 96 oz. of water a day it’s vexing to not see miracles on the scale.
I also know the scale is only a number, not a complete depiction of how well my body is feeling these days.
But I also know I was vexed…and while I was nervous to post this because people who know me personally will think I over challenged myself on the Hot 100 or think I’m just the same old emotional Leah, I decided I had to post it.
Because I had a crappy day.
The silver lining on my day consists of the following threaded together:
- I was asleep by 10:15 pm, which lead to a good nights rest.
- I did not eat an extra 1,000 calories as I could have.
- I still did a 30 minute workout on the arc though I was sore and vexed (is that where “sorely vexed” comes from ??)
Anyway…there it is folks. It’s off my chest and I’m going to choose to leave it here. On the blog. And no longer heavy upon my heart. And for those of you rolling your eyes because it hasn’t even been a week…well…please stop.
I keep remembering Galations 6:9
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
Thanks for listening.