Sometimes your scale is a giant biznatch.
Ok, so maybe I’m being overly dramatic today. Probably because I’m extremely cranky from having to do work all weekend and not actually getting a weekend, but then again I need to be thankful that I’m actually employed, right? RIGHT!
But when you run 30km over two days and your scale goes up, up, UP, you’re allowed to be a bit pissy, right? I burned off 4000 calories last week and didn’t eat in excess of those so how the flippity flop could I have packed on any poundage?!
It settled back at 160.2, with me not going over my points and eating right, and I’m alright with it, but I’m not exactly thrilled.
I shouldn’t blame the scale, I know. It lies squarely with me.
Feel free to give me the there, theres and gentle reminders in the comments about how it’s my body adjusting, retaining water, blah blah, I KNOW. It’s not a big gain, I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, yadda yadda, etc.
I’m just cranky, venting, what not, as this is the place to do it.
Plus, this is the day that I’m honest and accountable about what the scale gives me and I’m also blunt with the reactions and feelings about THAT number.
So just like I can’t always get what I want, neither can you.
There are no fluffy kittens and rainbows here today, my friends.
See Friday’s post for that. It’s a good one :)