I’m not getting on the scale today. I’m just not. That’s probably wrong/naughty/negative-word-here, but I don’t care today.
I’m not sure which way it would even go. My husband worked a gazillion hours, so we had more than our share of take-out, but I also tried to be good and I did a lot of spring cleaning. It’s not really about the number.
When the “scale” reminder on my phone went off this morning and my first, second and third thoughts were “I hope I gained so I can say screw this and eat a bag of Doritos before I go to McDonald’s for lunch”, I figured out today’s not a good scale day. This way, I’m still on track and don’t have any excuse for giving up on it.
Not sure where the destructive mood came from, but I’m going to sidestep my attempt at self-sabotage by not stepping on the scale. Maybe tomorrow or Sunday if my head’s in a better place. Or maybe I’ll wait until next Friday. What I won’t be doing is feeding the destructive mood Doritos and McDonald’s. So THERE, self!
How are you all doing this week?