The scale won’t tell you that I went grocery shopping on Friday to set myself up for success.
The scale won’t tell you that I came home from a long day of work on Friday and went for a run and was able to run up one of the hills that always leaves me panting and walking up it.
On Saturday morning when I weighed in, the scale certainly wouldn’t have told you that I went to a party Friday night and didn’t munch on all of the snacks that were out: pizza, queso, chips, cheese cake stuffed strawberries, etc. I budgeted for a few glasses of wine and stuck to it. THAT is a huge victory for me since I am social/emotional eater. The scale won’t tell you how immensely proud of myself I was for that.
That even at my in-laws before dinner was served, the only apps I ate were the fruits and veggies that were out. The scale won’t tell you that I baked a cake on Saturday for Easter Sunday and didn’t eat any of it.
The scale won’t tell you that I wanted to wake up before we started our Easter events and go for a run, but didn’t, so I made time later. It won’t tell you that I came home after brunch with my family and went for a 3.5 mile run then – knowing I only had 2 hours until we had to leave again for the In Laws.
And it also won’t tell you that while it’s not fast, nor my fastest, it’s the best I’ve done since August – and I was elated.
And despite gaining a pound this week, the scale won’t tell you that I was really feeling my Easter flow and felt confident and beautiful.
So, I gained a pound this week. I gained one friggin pound. Is it a crazy amount? No. Is it normal? Yes. Is it easy to accept? No. No, it’s not. Especially after I ended my week with 3 points leftover after a party. What the scale won’t tell me is that this happens to me after two weeks of big losses. What the scale did tell me is that I was bloated from the wine, Aunt Flow was leaving and I’m going to be just fine because my run pace is improving, my eating is back on track, and sometimes we just need to remember we’re more than a number.