I weighed myself this morning. Why oh why do I do these things to myself?! I knew I wasn’t going to like the number that came up.
I panicked at first, and got myself ready in a huff, swearing to double my swim session and skip lunch, but I’ve now had some time to calm down on my walk to the bus.
A lovely lovely blogger reminded me yesterday that “I’m more than a number” and I’m channelling that rationale voice now. With this number I get lovely date nights with my boyfriend, I get energy to concentrate in my job, I run better, I sleep better, my nail and hair grows… and so on and so on…
Really I should be loving that number on the scale as it means life! I’m not quite there yet but at least I’m out of my nasty mood!