Time for my weekly date with the bathroom scale. (I keep telling myself I should weigh daily for a while just to stay on track, but I don’t.) Last Friday, I’d gained 4.6 pounds. This week I’ve lost 4 pounds. So, yay, though again I’m chalking a lot of that yo-yo up to Ma Nature.
I did recognize a destructive pattern I have going on, though. When we go out for dinner Friday nights or breakfast Saturday morning, I’ll inevitably think “I’m blowing it, so I won’t worry too much over the weekend and I’ll really get back on track Monday” and then on Monday I think “I already blew the weekend, so I won’t stress it and I’ll get back on track after I visit the scale Friday morning”. What a lovely little circle of self-enabling. Another reason to get on the scale every morning, maybe.
We’re finally almost out of the holiday chocolates and, thankfully, we don’t load up on the Valentine’s Day stuff. Having chocolate in the house is brutal.
So how are you all doing?