Today is the end of Week 3 for Fight to the Finish and the end of Week 1 for My Long Hot Active Summer. Looking at this weigh-in you'd think I'd be excited, but actually I'm leery. Why? Because my scale was acting funny. When I first stepped on it, it read 189!!!! That would have been a 10 pound gain for me. After the adrenaline shot through me and I calmed down a little, I realized that is what the scale read last night when Mr. Helen got on it. The thing is, we don't have a memory scale. I calmly got back on the scale and went through my normal routine of stepping off and on several times. The next reading I got was 172. Um, that's a 17 pound difference from the 189. Sheesh! I stepped on again and for the next 4 readings this is what I saw:
That's a 2 pound loss from last week and if it's true, of course I'm happy. I'm thinking new scale battery for sure and if that doesn't calm it down, it's time for a new scale. I just hate changing scales, even though I know it's all relative.
I feel frustrated. I could really use a shot of self assurance and confidence that I'm turning my back on the 180s. I've dipped down this low before and seen my weight bounce right back up so I feel very distrustful of this weigh in. Can you understand why I might feel leery because of this stupid scale? On the other hand, it's said that the best thing you can do sometimes is Fake It Till You Make It - so maybe if I act and eat and exercise like I really do weigh 177.4 and I'm heading downward, it will be so.
I did well on my activity, exercising for 320 minutes over the last 7 days. Should I decide to train for that race, that number will definitely go up as I increase mileage on my weekend long run.
It's rainy and dreary here today. I'm wearing winter clothes. I can't believe it's May 12th and I had to put my heat on. Then I went downstairs this morning, saw these, and it cheered me up: