Sunday as I was getting ready for church I was feeling slim. No bloating going on and just generally feeling good about getting regular exercise in all week and not eating 'til I felt stuffed at any meal.
Monday morning I felt pretty much the same. I hadn't tracked my food all week, so I really didn't know if I'd done well on the food front, but I felt like I'd had a good week.
Then I stepped on the scale at my Weight Watchers meeting.
Hhmm... I know I had a little too much food some days, point wise, but I didn't expect a gain after getting regular exercise in. I even started using weights.
Oh yeah. I started using weights. [lightbulb]
As I gathered up my things and headed to my seat I made a choice. I chose to ignore the scale and instead be grateful for what I did well.
I decided I would fix what needed fixing (I need to track consistently again.) and I would keep exercising like I have been. My exercise has been cardio in a "heart rate zone" for 30 minutes at a time -- nothing drastic -- and I did start adding in weights 3 days a week.
It wasn't easy to let go of that frustrating "gain", but I know better. I've been at this long enough to know exercise isn't out to hurt me and I know the benefits will eventually show up on the scale.