As I scan through Chapter 8 I am realizing that I skipped ahead without meaning to! Yesterday I closed my post with the questions I ask myself when I feel defeated:
Did I overeat? Did I eat in secret? Did I exercise (or if not, was it an intentional day off)?
dLysa suggests that we define our week by obedience, not by a number on the scale. These questions are specifically useful to me today because I woke up and weighed (don’t tell my trainer) and was three pounds up from yesterday. I hung my head in disappointment and then the words I had typed and “published” only a few hours before sprang into my mind.
These numbers do not define me. They do not measure my worth. I was able to answer the questions in a way that I was pleased with. Yesterday I worked out very hard with my trainer and then ran for 25 minutes. I had a light lunch and for dinner, instead of having pesto and pasta with the rest of the family, I had pesto and spaghetti squash. I went to bed having burned plenty of calories and stayed under my prescribed calorie allowance. So when I saw the number on the scale, my first reaction was disappointment. It was a good chance for me to practice what I preach… take those thoughts captive and replace them with truth.
I exercised regularly. I ate well. I didn’t eat in secret or out of frustration. I didn’t run to food (or coffee) for comfort. And before I got on the scale I felt like I had had a successful day yesterday. The scale does NOT define my worth.
And then this morning was tough. Tough with a moody 11-year-old and a forgetful 9 year old. We had grumpiness reigning for about an hour which doesn’t sound like too long, but it felt like it was never-ending! We finally passed it and I really wanted to have a second cup of coffee… I thought better of it and listened to my body. I was tired. Really tired. I managed to wake up on time each day this week (5:30) and went to the gym at 6:00 two of those days. I needed rest, so I took a nap.
I made a healthy choice! My living room looks like a thrift store exploded as we’re sorting through outgrown clothes, and my kitchen looks like the manager of the home quit, but I feel more rested and less tempted to drown my grumpy-tired self with calories. And now it’s time for Insanity… so those clothes and dishes will have to wait. Again.
But I’m happy to say that we’re entering our weekend in positive spirits, rested, and almost exercised…. (I will be able to say that an hour from now.) The clothes and dishes, miscellaneous toys and completed school work will be waiting for me in an hour…