Yeah.. not going to post much today.
I hadn't weighed myself in 2 weeks so today was the day. I stepped on the scale and I was up a pound from 2 weeks ago. I had a goal of getting under a certain number and the scale tipped the opposite way. Blast it. I even reminded myself before I stepped on the scale that no matter what that number said, I was feeling better, an old pair of skinny jeans now fits and my hubby goes on and on about how my body is tightening back up.
But the scale told me all my hard work this past 2 weeks resulted in an extra pound.
Even tho I KNOW the drill about how my personality is not defined by the number on that scale..
that the number is just ONE indicator out of many that measures my health..
that it really doesn't matter what the number is because I feel better..
I know all that but it still sucks. Hard core sucks.
I've been meaner to my girls, had a bad attitude all morning, mustered up a work-out but wanted to punch Lindsay Brin in the face with all her promises she spouts off during the DVD THAT I HAVE BEEN DOING AND MORE. Quite frankly want to curl up in the fetal position and take a nap while my girls nap.
So I'm going to.
After a good cry and some alone time with Jesus.
I know this post would have been all "Go God" if the scale would have told me I weighed less and that's where I'm having the problem with myself. I thought I'd blog now so you can see the rawness of today.. this health thing isn't always easy and it especially isn't today.
So, sorry to be Debbie Downer but I'm off to spend some time with Jesus and battle this bad attitude in my heart.