D*mnit. It was bound to happen. I woke up cranky yesterday and made the mistake of getting on the scale. After a good workout on Monday, I expected to at least maintain my weight, but it went up a bit. Sigh. I told myself that the scale means nothing and I’m supposed to focus on my total wellness. Except I didn’t feel so great. The rest of the day brought more work and family stress, and last night’s yoga didn’t calm me down like I’d hoped. Then I made the ultra-stupid mistake of getting on the scale again this morning. Dear reader, I probably weighed myself six different times, and got six different numbers, none of which pleased me.
So, by the time I made it to my evening walk/jog, I was not feeling the whole-new-lifestyle-isn’t-it-exciting vibe. I found myself walking through a forest and not even noticing it because my mind was abuzz with worries about work, family, and the d*mn scale. I finally had to stop, take a breath, look around, and remember that this is a lifestyle, not a quick fix. I can’t get rid of all sources of anxiety, and I can’t expect to magically change overnight. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
What do you do when you hit a little skid? What gets you back on track?