Twice this past week, someone has said to me, “You are too hard on yourself.” It wasn’t until just now, as I started to write my blog post, that it really sank in.
I was about to write how disappointed I am in myself for this past week. After setting a goal of hitting it hard and going after a big drop this week, I have not exactly roared into action. Squeaked, maybe.
I had no idea when I set that goal for myself this week that two people – not one, but two, for crying out loud! – would quit at work, dumping all of their extra work onto me. I didn’t know that everything I attempted to do this week would require hair-pulling, straining, scratching, clawing, and an uphill struggle.
It’s just been one of those weeks. Nothing has gone right, everything I’ve touched has fallen apart, and I am worn out, exhausted, and more ready for this weekend than I’ve ever been. (Just as an example, for your reading amusement, of how my days have been going lately: I stabbed myself rather heartily in the eye yesterday morning with my mascara and could barely see all day.)
All the same, I was strictly holding myself to that goal, cutting myself no slack. I was about to say how I failed this week, and that there is no hope for much of a loss at all at weigh-in tomorrow.
But wait just a damn minute! With such a stressful week, it would have been very easy to justify pigging out, comfort-eating, curling up in a ball and passing out on the couch, whimpering softly to myself. Instead, I worked out each day this week. Okay, my eating may not have been award-winning, but it could have been a LOT worse.
So it wasn’t my best performance this week. Under a lot of strain and aggravation, I didn’t give up. I didn’t throw in the towel and decide to just start over on Monday, which is what I would have done just a few months ago.
I will still likely be disappointed at weigh-in tomorrow morning. That’s the price of being a Type-A perfectionist. But after the scale is put away, I already plan to have a good weekend with my husband and kids, relax, play, laugh, recharge my batteries, and be good to myself.
Sweat & Sparkle 