Every morning last week I got up, saw my kids off to school (our district has a wonderful summer program where they go and do fun classes for 3 weeks) and then packed up my little guy and headed to the gym. At the gym, I did cardio for 30 minutes. I didn’t do weights or longer cardio because I hate paying for childcare at the gym. Every time, I turn my ipod on and watch something interesting on netflix, so the time flies by pretty fast.
At home, I carefully monitor my food intake. I eat no more than 1400 calories per day and usually it’s right around 1200. I avoid sweets, and I keep my carbs down. Not “low” just…mindful. If I can skip the toast with my egg in the morning, I do it.
I am feeling awesome. Since getting over my illness, I have felt great. My body feels good. I feel like I am making progress.
Yet…the scale has not budged a bit! For 3 weeks now, I have been at the same weight. It doesn’t even vary from day to day. Every morning it says exactly the same thing. Every night it is 2 lbs higher, but the same number every night. In spite of my efforts. In spite of my time at the gym. In spite of my water drinking.
Weird.
I’m okay. The number on the scale is not as important as how I feel, and I am feeling pretty darn good right now. The scale will show it some day.
Onward and Downward 