For two weeks I have not seen the number change on the scale. Not up, not down. Just the same three numbers staring back up at me.
I have exercised at least four times a week. I have honored my healthy eating vow. My arms have more definition, I have collar bones and ankles. Cory even said I am getting that little crevice in my abs. My keg is turning into two two-liter bottles. But am I happy? No.
Why do we base so much on a scale. We let it dictate our mood, our self worth. We let it decide for us if we eat well or continue to exercise. Why are so many decisions made by those numbers? Heck, we give those numbers more power than our credit score!
So that's it. I'm taking the power back. I will not get back on that scale until March 1st. For all those who are having the same struggle, I encourage you to join me.
