Anticipation

I weigh myself once a week on Friday morning.

Before the actual weigh in, the previous 7 days flash in your brain.

What did I eat on Sunday?  Monday and Tuesday were good days. I'm glad that I worked out on that day.  Will my cheat meal on Saturday show up on the scale?

I'm sitting on my bed going through my whole week.  Whether it was a good week or a bad week, you don't know if it will be reflected on the scale. 

You remember the week of bad food choices and no work outs, but you lost a few pounds.  You remember the week you busted your butt working out hard and eating right, but you gained a pound.

You ask again what will the scale say.  Ironically my scale does talk.

I place the scale on the floor.

I tap it once with my foot.  It says "ready"

I stand on the scale and stay still for a moment.  Again the questions flash in my brain.

And the scale says.......

Welcome to my Friday morning ritual.

This week my weight stood still at 465.  It's not good news, it's not bad news.  And that's the way I have to see it.  I have to remember that it is a marathon and that I looking to change the rest of my life.

No, I didn't lose weight.  But I didn't lose ground and gain weight.  Tomorrow is another day to fight the good fight.