First of all, there were three things that happened in June that totally threw off my weight loss/work out/lifestyle change groove. First, school started, secondly, my hours at work increased and then there was that darn pneumonia. This all lead to me going a whole month (including 2 straight weeks) without working out or watching what I ate. So July comes rolling around and I’m still having some issues finding my way…getting the umph to work out as well as avoiding my sweet/salty craving. August shows up and I have no excuses for why I’m not working out except that I was being mad lazy. And then when I did work out, it didn’t show up on the scale.

So it’s September now…and I knew it was time for me to put my foot down and get back into the swing of things. First of all, no more treats…that’s right…goodbye chocolate and farewell french fries…I’m all business. Then I had to promise to make some personal time for my treadmill…we had a falling out last month. I came home channeling some old school Janet Jackson and was like, “What have you done for me lately?” Seriously, I sweat and I wheeze and I battle shin splints and you can’t burn one freaking pound off?!? We are so done! It’s over! But I had to suck it up and admit that I was being counter productive…working out and then eating a bowl of french fries and barbecue sauce will never equal weight loss.

And lastly on the road to getting my groove back, I had to come to terms with the fact that my scale hates me.  It has given me the same dang number for nearly 3 months. I’m sorry, but I am so not cool with that. I mean, here is this little silver and black contraption that I stood on every week and I let the numbers it chose to display make or break my day. I would be in a perfectly good mood and then I’d get on the scale and my whole damn day was shot. I refuse to let some inanimate object that doesn’t even care about how much work I’m putting into this dictate the way I feel. I’m DONE. So I adopted my new slogan: SCREW THE SCALE. That’s right, I said it. I’m not scared. I’ll say it again. SCREW THE SCALE! I know what I’m doing. I’m eating right, I busting my ass every day sweating buckets, lakes and rivers. I’m doing it right. So what if the scale doesn’t reflect this! My clothes do. My jeans don’t fit…too big. I found my waist and I even wake up feeling smaller.

Some day, my scale and I will have a nice sit down and discuss our differences, but in the mean time, SCREW IT!