before the slight uptick in the generally downward trend of my scale weights.
Remember that post about running? I have a case of shin splints now, and can’t run. Remember that post about trends and trend lines, and how little gains don’t matter. This morning I got smacked in the face with a 1.2 pound gain.
Intellectually, I know it’s a hiccup, a bump, a bit of extra water and fiber.
Emotionally, it’s not that simple. I spent this mornings hour long commute (5 mile drive, but first two laps to three different schools) mulling over that silly 1.2 pounds that still left me 1.2 pounds below my trend.
Some of the conversation:
Me: Meh, I was due for a bump.
Me: It’s that time of month.
Me: Do dudes have a time of month?
Me: That was the oatmeal at 11:30 last night.
Me: Nah, oatmeal is good for you this was the Baskin-Robbins from two nights ago.
Me: Right, karma sucks.
Me: You’re being silly, you’ve had blips like this before.
Me: You’re right, I need to drink more water.
Me: You’re hitting your water targets, and your hitting your calories, this is just normal, stop being a jerk and worrying about it.
Me: Well I did eat into my exercise calories a bit earlier this week, maybe…
Me: STFU, I’m not talking to you anymore. Go cry in the corner, wimp!
My LoseIt! friends are all on the side of the sane side of that conversation, and really they are all right. Looking back doesn’t do me any favors, make good choices today. Work out and exercise, drink water. Not a time to panic or fret and only make the stress of that worse. So I’m blogging my pain, allowing a bit of catharsis to occur from connecting with my emotions, then I’m gonna indulge in Free Bagel Friday (which is totally within my budget! woot!) and enjoy my Friday.
Enjoy yours too!