I wasn’t hiding from you guys. My phone went into some sort of coma the other night, and yesterday the Internet was down all day at work. It was a massive conspiracy to stop me from blogging! Or…maybe just an old phone, plus a thunderstorm, combined with a crappy Internet company (looking at you, Comcast).
Did I work out yesterday morning? *womp, womp* Nope! But hear me out. It’s not entirely my fault. No, seriously. My husband was up about 4 times the night before, doing lord knows what, getting water, sleep-walking, who knows. He woke me up several times. I know if I was really determined, I’d have gotten up anyway, but I decided to work out longer tonight to make up for it.
On Saturday, ready or not, I am going to face the scale. I skipped weigh-in last week. I’m dreading it, because I know not only will it be a gain, it will be one of those “OH MY GOD” gains. I can do a lot of damage in two weeks, which is how long it’s been since I last weighed in. I won’t be surprised if I am back over 170, after getting down to 157 before the wedding.
I’m an idiot for letting it go over a month. No doubt about that. I knew better and slacked off anyway. So whatever number the scale gives me tomorrow morning, I earned it, pure and simple. No one to blame but me. I accept that.
I started this journey at 217 pounds, and I never want to see that number, feel that way, or look like that again. I loved the feeling of buying smaller clothes, feeling my body getting smaller, feeling muscle build in my arms and legs. I have come too far to fall on my face now. I can’t give up.
Tomorrow’s number is going to be a slap in my face, but I need it. I need to let that number burn into my brain and say “No more.” It won’t go any higher. I am starting over and heading back in the right direction on this journey, toward my goal and not farther away from it!
But first…I still have to weigh in tomorrow. Blech. I don’t want to, but I will.
Sweat & Sparkle 