Woke up around 6:30 and thought, Damn, it's early. But that's okay. I got up, put on my sweaty exercise clothes from yesterday (no sense in getting another set sweaty, right?) and went to get coffee and breakfast.
I don't know about you guys, but if I don't eat in the morning, I'm not going to make it very far into my walk. Like, five minutes, then I'm huffing and puffing and tired. Not that I didn't do that anyway, it just took longer. I did a thirty-two minute walk and went almost exactly two miles. Now, if I double my time, I'll be running a ten minute mile! I should be up for that in about a year or something (if ever).
I weighed myself this morning and have lost 1.4 pounds since Saturday. My body does this. It's like a freaking roller coaster. Or waves at least. I'll steadily drop weight through the week, then for some indiscernible reason, my weight will jump up by three pounds or so. I also have a tendency to gain like five pounds the week of my period, but drop it pretty much immediately.
Why are these minute changes (one pound, three pounds, even five pounds) such a big deal? They make up a tiny percentage of what I weigh, but it is so frustrating to see a pound (or three or five) creep back onto the scale. I understand that weight fluctuations are totally normal and I should expect them, but they are not welcome.
So anyway, the success of losing a pound and almost a half is tempered by the knowledge it probably had nothing to do with what I've done in the last two days. But I'll take the drop. And the next time I see the number creep up for one reason or another, I'll remember to try again tomorrow and that what I do every day matters more than what I do once in a while.
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