This past week hasn't been easy.
Yes, yes, we can all agree that in the grand scheme of things, my "complications" of life aren't a drop in the bucket for millions and millions of people.
I get that.
I really do.
I've been in the house a lot lately.
And I might have turned to a candybar
I had a good excuse not to go to WW today. Both children were home with me and besides, I knew I had gained. I didn't get much sleep last night, either.
I wasn't going to go. Last night and this morning I ate like I wasn't going to go. I didn't eat a LOT, but I didn't eat with my meeting in mind, that's for sure.
But this morning it kept nagging at me.
YOU MUST FACE IT. YOU CAN HANDLE IT.
So I went, fully expecting a BIG gain. (well, as big a gain as you can have over one week)
You know what, though? It wasn't that bad at all. Perfectly manageable. Far better than I expected, in fact.
I walked in with the kids, weighed, and left -- we didn't stay for the meeting.
But I WENT. I faced my reality.
So you see, if I hadn't put on my big girl panties and stepped on that scale, I would have been completely convinced that I had gained several obnoxious, sugar-filled pounds. Then I would've had to try hard not to beat myself up over it, probably sabotaging the upcoming week's efforts.
So now you know "Why I'm Glad I Stepped on the Scale Today."
(Is that where the period goes?)
**Jana Hicks of A Bunch of Hicks took these photos of BigBoy when he was 3? months old. Sweet, aren't they?