This morning, I almost gave up. While I am still in “one-derland”, I gained a ‘lil bit of weight. A number on the scale caused me to cry.
It’s stupid, right? An inanimate object made me cry all because it had a number I didn’t like. What happened to the girl who would have given anything to have weighed 250?
A number. It’s hard to not let the little things get to you, isn’t it?
After meeting with my nutritionist who assured me (like several others) everything was okay and adjusted my eating plan so I am eating like an athlete and not someone eating to lose weight, I felt ten times better.
After getting home and using my anger to fuel my three-mile (albeit slow) run, I felt one-hundred times better.
And after I enjoy the pulled pork sandwiches and sweet ‘tater fries that Greg is lovingly making? I’ll feel a thousand times better.
Just have to remember…giving up is not an option.