Give me a minute..... let me have my little pity party in this post.
If you click to the next blog, I won't blame you.... I probably would, too.
For the past 3+ months I've been working so hard on being healthier.
I've cut out a ton of sugar (gave it up for lent AND have been doing my friend's 10 day challenge each month where we eliminate all sugar for 10 days a month).
I've been exercising.... running and training for a half marathon at the beginning of the year, been going to Bikram Yoga a lot for the past 3 weeks and sweating my rear end off.
I thought I was doing well...... all of my pants have been loose especially in my rear end.... including my jeans that have been too tight.
I've been feeling really good... I have so much energy, I've been sleeping great lately and I just feel better.
The past week at yoga, where I look at myself in the mirror a lot, I've been noticing that I look better, firmer, smaller maybe?
I got the tape measure out a few days ago and slipped it around my waist. It was an inch and a half smaller than when I started yoga. I was so excited. I know that is a huge accomplishment.
Now, I haven't been on a scale since summer.... if I have a number to focus on it drives me crazy, I become obsessed with the number.
Well, today I went to the doctor for my yearly check up. I stepped on the scale and saw the number. It was a number I didn't like. It's the same number I saw the last time I stepped on a scale.
Now I feel like I'm focused on the number.
And I hate it.
I hate that a stupid number has become an obsession for me.
So, tomorrow I start my friend's April 10 Day Challenge..... I log my food, eat a green veggie each day, eliminate sugar and exercise for 30 minutes each day.
I'm going to change my attitude in these 10 days.
And hopefully I'll be over the stupid number.
If you're still here, thanks for listening.