I went to the Doctor’s today and it was the first time in months I’ve stepped foot on a scale.
Within the last two weeks or so I’ve started getting back on track with running and cleaner eating. Within the last week my eating has been clean again. True Story: I contemplated going back to Weight Watchers. I thought about trying Atkins. I pondered Paleo. I ultimately decided to just track with my FitBit. For no other reason than awareness and accountability. I have found in the last two weeks tracking with my FitBit and eating intuitively that I’m eating about 1500-1800 calories a day depending on how active I am. I am okay with that.
I won’t lie – the past few months have been hard. Ever since I lost the baby I really haven’t had the same motivation and drive that I once had. In fact, real talk time – I kinda had this mentality:
My diet for the last 3 months hasn’t been exactly…clean, should I say. A lot of booze and nachos. Too much booze and nachos, and not enough listening to my body. I heard my body yelling at me that I’d had enough to eat or I was full, but I kept going. I still felt betrayed by my body. I was angry with my body. And you know what fixes that? Shots of Fireball. And nachos. In excess. Between Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, parties, Playoffs and the Super Bowl, every weekend ended with “On Monday.” and then Monday ended with “Next Monday.”
Back on January 7th, Kimberly M. Ringer commented with “Please don’t be scared of gaining weight. You know how to take it off…” in response to this post. It’s one of those comments that has stuck with me. “You know how to take it off.” I do know how to take it off! So I will.
Oh, so what was that number on the scale at the Doctor’s today? It doesn’t matter – like Kim said, “You know how to take it off.” I started taking it off 2 weeks ago without the help of a scale, and I will continue to do so. I am more than a number and I will not forget that.