Sunday, 3rd of April
It is quite incredible, if you don’t know psychology and how the human brain works, or even if you do – the amount of psychological impact few little numbers can have on our emotional wellbeing. I want to say more so as a women, but perhaps in this day and age that’s too sexist and not true.
Last weekend – attended a wedding. I’ve moaned about it before, but couple of days of too much food, too much drink, too much everything – and it takes a whole week to shift the excess back to pre-wedding numbers on the scales.
The problem is that in a meantime, the scales are up – and that messes with my head. This morning – this morning I feel on top of the world. But yesterday I felt like the whole world was pointless, and what’s the point and just wanted to give up on this new Healthy Lifestyle of mine – even though deep down I knew I’d regret it if I did. In fact I went to bed last night, thinking I might just do that, and not bother with scales today, or exercise or watching my food habits. But I didn’t. I got up, I kept my appointment with the annoying item on the bathroom floor, and……… and everything seems positive again, and I regained my motivation.
Now, my numbers from yesterday to today are quite – perhaps not drastic – but significant. I know that’s because all the rubbish I stuffed myself with last weekend has finally made it’s way through my system. Also – and that’s very significant, I’ve run out of biscuits – so no more biscuit snacking, and last 2 days I have been ever so good with my food in general. Less bread, more veg and fruit etc.
Equally though, I know that sometimes something so insignificant as a “.” in a wrong spot can play with my head. There’s a huge difference between 4.9, 5.0 and 5.1. That 100grams difference in weight, I mean that’s barely two spoonful’s of sugar in but on the scales in your head, when you’re trying to get to you weight goal – that might just as well be a whole ton.
Those numbers didn’t do my head any good yesterday. I really felt down about it. And if you’ve been with me for a while, you know what that does to my head. Going to have to watch myself again. Oh, I hate it. Never a moment’s peace. But like I said before, to me this is not something I can ever be rid of, it’s just something I have to manage. No meltdowns though, ok. I mean, I can’t promise, but I can try.
For now, trying to decide – to I pop out for a coffee in the park (but it’s so cold) – or take out some paint brushes and exercise different muscles. LOL.
Over and out.
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