I gotta admit–It’s been a tough week for workouts. Runs have not gone as expected. I’ve been exhausted. It’s been rough. But I’m having a good week on the scale–down another 2.5 pounds, which is awesome and puts me at 14 pounds total.
I’m at a point in my life where I can legitimately say that the scale is a tool. I’m no longer defined by the number I see, which is a major change from years past. I do weigh myself daily as a means of focusing me–I seriously don’t get overwhelmed or upset by fluctuations. It happens. It’s supposed to. That’s why I track progress on a weekly basis. And if I looked the way I want to look, felt the way I want to feel, and performed the way I want to perform I wouldn’t care what the number is. However, from past experience, I know there is a correlation between those three important factors and the number on the scale–and that’s why I care. I don’t believe it’s the be-all end-all of health measurement. I believe you can be beautiful and should love yourself regardless of the number or your size–it is much easier to make good decisions coming from a place of self-love than one of self-hate (speaking from experience here).
Big goals, big plans, lots to accomplish and some great forward momentum right now. Not expecting much from the scale next week (I tend to have a big week then a low week) but hopefully my workouts will improve. Glad it’s finally the weekend and I can have some downtime. New month on the horizon and I need to get my goals and plans in order. Happy Friday!