Thursday I got a ‘lo’ reading on my scale; not to be confused with a ‘low’ reading. When I changed the batteries the reading was 3lbs heavier than the day before.
I made a mental note that the scale likely needed recalibrating and would do that once I put my contact lenses in. When I did it the next day the number was even higher. This is twice in one month I’ve lost that same five pounds. I guess my Weight Loss Angel is really testing me.
So did I just take a deep breath and accept it with the plan to buckle down and try harder? Not even. I was purposely foraging for food when not hungry.
Anyway. I did the whole “well now you've blown it, this is where it ends” self talk but somewhere in there another voice reminded me of the giant box of Whoppers a few months ago and the pizza and other things in excess I've consumed and I'm still here.
So I said, ‘B, it is what it is. Move on’. I dragged myself out of the gutter, spruced up and volunteer ushered at the theater on Sunday. This included the high heels.
Those heels are my reminder that if I turn around and go in the direction that results in a regain I'll not be able to wear them. I held a ‘warrior’ pose at home while I pep talked myself back to my plan.
The usher holding the ‘mountain pose’ in high heels at the entrance to the theater? That was me.
