Saturday, April 23, 2011
On the Weigh: Waddle of Shame
The past couple weeks have been rough. I'm refraining myself from using several choice expletives to describe just how bad it's been. WW? Forget that.
But at least I weighed in this morning. Not that I really want to talk about it. I don't even know what the damage was - I chose not to look. Not just a river in Egypt, people. I know what I did wrong. I know how to correct it. I could dissect it in all of it's greasy fast food detail. I could make grandiose statements of what I plan to do differently. But I'm not going to do that. It's a new day, and that's all I can focus on. The scale doesn't matter, right? It's only feedback. Nothing I can do about how the last two weeks went, so I just have to move forward.
If this were a cheesy movie, this is the part where we would cut to an inspiring and uplifting montage of me chopping vegetables, walking the dog, and running on a treadmill, all while laughing and listening to Eye of the Tiger or Katy Perry's Firework or some such anthem. Not gonna lie, I thought about the montage when I was on the treadmill pounding out a C210k workout. So that's where my head was today. It's a clean slate, and it feels pretty good.