- One should not reward oneself with a bowl of ice cream after a five-mile walk.
- One should resist the lure of the 10 for $10 Utz Pretzels display.
- One should not let a pulled bicep keep one from going to the gym for an entire week.
The rest of the reason, of course, is that I'm not going to see the right number, based on what I saw yesterday. When I see the 'wrong' number (it's so hard to convince myself it's just information), I can respond in various ways:
- Buckle down, add activity, eat reasonably.
- Totally cave, what's the use, give up, have some chocolate. And ice cream.
- Starve myself, double the daily diuretic, work out like a maniac.
Let's just say I could have done better.
Today is Monday, and I'm sure both of you know what that means in the dieter's life: Fresh Starts! New Beginnings! Today is the first day of the rest of
Ya know what? I'll be 61 next month (May 25, don't forget!) and it makes me sad to know I have spent FIFTY YEARS battling my weight. More than six of those years have been on public record here and back at Shrinking Knitter. I've been at a normal weight for about 15 of the last 50 years, but 10 of them were when I was in school and thought I was as fat as a cow, when I really was normal.
My much younger self was so very critical. My much older self is more willing to cut me some slack, based on my spectacular lack of progress despite mostly consistent effort. Especially these last few blogging years, since my effort has been on display, so to speak.
Today I will be good to myself, not with food, but with physical activity (I'm going to the gym and then to work – my work schedule changed; I'm at Groundworks Mondays instead of Sundays now), healthful food in reasonable portions and lots of water. I will take pictures of flowers (that's today's photo-a-day prompt), and I will be surrounded by beautiful sights and sounds all afternoon.
And I will have my once-in-a-while guilty pleasure between gym time and work time.
How do you handle potentially disappointing scale days? Do you face the music or take a mulligan?