Seeing the scale tell me I gained back what I lost last week had me wanting to drown my sorrows in a cupcake. Seriously, if I had a cupcake in the house I’d have demolished it and it’s friends in a few minutes flat. But I don’t have anything sweet in the house so I had to make do with vanilla tea.
It was really hard seeing those numbers go up again even though I’ve been trying so hard but at the same time I took my measurements this morning and I’m down another 10.5 centimeters which should make up for the horrible feeling of gaining, sadly it doesn’t though. We’re so conditioned to care what those numbers read. It’s sad really.
But today is a new day so another chance and another week closer to that end goal. I just can’t let it get me down, I’ll rather take the frustration out at killer cardio tonight.