Feeling things out......trying to follow my own advice


This morning I woke up and as I was getting myself ready for work I stepped on the scale (which I only do once or twice at the most per week). I noticed that the scale was on or around the same weight it has been for some time.

It's very frustrating to see this. It's not easy for me to see this.

I work hard - I eat well. I take my own advice and keep my eye on the future. I am healthy, active and in the best shape of my entire life. I am halfway through a 12 week 1/2 Marathon Training Plan.

So why do I feel like a failure when I don't see results on the scale?

Possible Solutions:

a) throw the scale out the window
b) continue to do what you are doing and know you lead a healthy life
c) live on celery and asparagus with a water chaser.

We know that the answer is "B" as why would I choose otherwise. I like my life now and I enjoy the choices that I have made and the results I have seen so far.

So just as I have done every day...I will continue on this journey and challenge myself as only I can do. I will not fail nor go backward - that is not an option.

Maybe I am just whiny due to PMS :)

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