Remember my post about why I wasn't weighing myself? Well, I weighed myself today, and then I wished I hadn't, for all of the reasons I wrote about in that post.
Since becoming unemployed, I've been home more, so I've been cooking more healthy meals (rather than eating out so much). And honestly, despite the financial strain, I've been feeling less stress than I had in a year or more, so the stress eating has diminished.
I've been busy on a couple painting projects that have had me climbing up and down ladders for days on end, carrying heavy objects, and using my arms a lot. I've even started walking again, and did five out of seven days last week.
It seems like my pants are getting looser, and I'm seeing some new definition in my arms. Plus, riding my bike has gotten a lot easier.
So, silly me. I figured I'd step on the scale and marvel at my own progress, then come here and let all of you marvel at my progress as well.
Except that I gained a pound and a half.
Seriously?! How is this possible?!
What's worse is what it did to my mood. I went from feeling really good about myself and my progress to feeling like a slug. A fat slug. A fat slug who eats too much junk food and sits on the couch most of the day.
I did snap out of it this afternoon finally, enough to take my walk and cook a healthy dinner. But I think I'm going back to the no scale plan for a while.
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