Thank you, bathroom scale

limesublime

I've been really struggling to maintain motivation after returning from vacation. Although I didn't gain anything while I was away, I didn't exercise or track my food - bad habits that followed me home. During this struggle, I've noticed myself thinking negative thoughts about myself: "I knew I couldn't keep this up", "I could just give up", "Is it really worth it?". I've also avoided weighing myself (denial much?).

Today I decided to get on the scale in the hopes that the shock of a larger number would motivate me to get my **** together. What really shocked me is that I haven't gained much at all, only 1.5 lbs! I'm still not happy that I gained, but in my head I had convinced myself that I had blown my entire progress, and I might as well quit.

So many times the scale has been a negative thing for me ("How did I get this heavy?!"), but today the scale was my friend. It was a tool that grounded me in reality and a reminder that, for me, fitness is not a black/white, on/off thing. Cliche as it may be, this is a journey. I don't need to turn back because I slowed down.

Thank you, bathroom scale. And I'm sorry for all those terrible things I've said about you in the past - it wasn't you, it was me