This week has gone famously. I feel nearly nearly fully recovered from last week's glorious half marathon experience, I've aced all of my post race work outs, and I've done well with eating, since returning from New Orleans and regaining my routine. I love routine.
What?? Elle Noel wasn't a little eating angel in New Orleans? NOPE.
|Thanks to Kate for the action shot. Pizza at Midnight.|
There's a very important lady in my life, one who has always been there for me, who loves to tell me the truth about life, what's really important, and who's really important. She's been a constant cheerleader, a realist, and she's never been afraid to give it to me straight. I respect her immensely. I love her dearly. She makes the world's best gumbo and always stashes extra mashed potatoes off to the side for me over holiday dinners. She's kept my Donald Duck glass mug in her kitchen cabinet since I left it there when I was four years old after giving her the play-by-play of my life changing experiences in Disney World. She's my Grandmother. We'll just call her G. Cause she's fly like that.
(I'd post a picture of G and I for you, but I'm not sure she'd be happy with me blasting her on the interwebs. PSA- Never tick off your G ya'll. Not a good move)
Last night when I was plotting on how to avoid the big bad scale, more specifically this post, because I just KNEW I had gained weight, I thought about something she said to me over our last visit. I was complaining about a #firstworldproblem, quite literally wining into my chardonnay ( I have graduated from strawberry milk in a Donald Duck cup, phew!), probably having to forgo some name brand junk I had to have in place of having to do something really adult, like buy a new set of tires. I know. The horror.
Whatever it was, in that moment, it was important to me. G and I talk a lot about life, and I have had my fair share of struggles, my life is NOT perfect, just like we all have our struggles, each and every one of us. G said to me,"A good hard struggle is good for a person, it will make you strong. Count your blessings and be happy for what you do have. When things come easy, we don't appreciate them as much as we should" A struggle is good for a person. A struggle is good for a person. That really stood out to me, because it is so very true.
As scared as I was of the scale, since I wasn't a good girl for two days out of the last 7, in the end it's just a struggle I'm having with myself. Sometimes it worries me that these old scale fears are still present. YES it has gotten easier, but I still have insecurity in those numbers. This is one of my struggles. It always will be to some degree. I know it will, and that's OK, because this struggle makes me stronger each and every single day. That's why a struggle is good for a person. We learn from these struggles, finding happiness when things do go our way and hard work pays off, no matter how long it takes.
In the end, all this plotting and stress turns out to be completely unnecessary, I lost half a pound this week. I let out a huge sigh of relief after stepping on the scale. Silly girl with her #scaleproblems. I was being incredibly hard on myself, focusing on three bad eats, instead of the 5 great days. Or the fact that I ran a half marathon and completed all of my work outs Instead of focusing on all the great work I had done, I focused on those few bad choices. I know I'm not the only one to beat myself over a bad choice and to have scale anxiety, but each time I force myself to look past the numbers I surprise myself. I will overcome this struggle. I am determined to, and if there's one thing I know for certain about myself, when I set my mind to a goal, I am unstoppable. This girl is on fiyaaaa (Have I told you how much I love singing?)
4.5 pounds to goal. Who's ready to beast up on this cleanse next week? THIS GIRL!