For those of you who have been following me for a while (Oh how I <3 you all) you know that I don't post my daily or even weekly statistics/weigh-ins. Part of it is that for as smart as I can be, I'm not nearly organized enough to be able to do this on a consistent basis (I'm kinda in awe of those of you that have been so good about it). The other part is that the whole HEALTH GAIN > weightloss mentality doesn't let me focus too much on the numbers, but more on how I feel, my behaviors, etc. especially because 2-3lb weight differences can be attributed to so many things depending on the hour of the day.
That being said... I had a huge victory on the scale today.
I was in a funk. Long story short is that my body wasn't doing what I wanted it to do. I was eating badly because of it and not going to the gym.
I was scared to get on the scale.
What happened, you ask? What is this victory that you are so excited about? How have you asserted mastery and dominion over your own body and its shorcomings? Well. I didn't gain anything. I didn't lose anything. I maintiained. And yes, that is a victory. Why? Because I rolled with the punches. You see life was throwing uppercuts and left jabs, and I took a few punches (right in the uterus and the noggin) but I kept my footing. I threw a few punches that landed, and a few that didn't. But I tucked my chin down, put my hands up and relied on my training to get me through this. I'm none the worse for wear, and this round ended in a draw, but this isn't a one-round fight.