The Last Straw

I promised myself that since this is about my heart health, I would NOT let the scale get in my way. And it is a good thing that I really meant that when I said it. The scale gave me a peak at 187.4 the other day and I didn’t log it in to fitday because I like to see a number twice before I do that. And naturally, my scale has betrayed me. My weight shot up to 189 at one point, settling back into 188.4.  In other words, I have lost one pound in the past week. The past week of sticking to plan and INCREASING my *&^*%#@ exercise! ONE POUND?! ONE *^&$# pound?!

I tend to have this habit of personifying things sometimes. Like if I drop stuff all day, the universe is trying to tick me off and ruin my day. That kind of thing. So naturally, I have personified this. There are evil forces (aka evil diet adversaries) that do not want me to succeed and they are throwing out every tactic that they have. Make me feel isolated. Make me feel like I am having to sacrifice everything for this. They even made sure that Reese’s peanut butter eggs entered my house this weekend. But I did not cave! In fact, I came back at them with a couple of days of EXTRA exercise. Heh. Take that. In addition to being evil, they are determined so they went for the jugular: the scale. The one very thing that ruined me the last time that I lost weight. Oh, but little do they know! The scale may not be my best buddy right now, but I am not stopping. Ohhh noooooo. They won’t get me this time because whether the scale is good or evil, this plan IS GOOD FOR MY HEALTH. There is no stopping. So bring it on, evil diet adversaries ’cause I’m gonna show you who is BOSS!!! GRRRR!!!