Yesterday, I woke up happy. In fact, I felt great. I took note that my skinny jeans (which are a little too tight) felt pretty good and not-so-tight. I was happy with my outfit choice and I looked and felt refreshed.
Feeling ambitious, I stepped on the scale thinking I must have lost a few pounds to feel so great (the issue is already clear).
Well, to my shock, I had actually gained four pounds from two days prior. Four pounds. Huh.
I tried not to let it bother me. But, it did. I kept thinking, “How could I possibly have gained weight? I have been eating healthy. I missed a few workouts, but had an active weekend. How could it be possible that I’m getting fat?” (Fat… from four pounds… really? You can see how the issue is building.)
Within an hour, I found myself reaching for a muffin. “It doesn’t matter,” I thought. I’m gaining weight when I eat healthy so why not eat a muffin. Why bother trying?
I didn’t drink that much water. “Puh, drinking extra water clearly doesn’t help my fat-butt anyway and I’m tired,” I said to myself. So, I relied on coffee for most of the morning and found myself nearly falling asleep at my desk after lunch.
Around 3pm, tempted by trail-mix in the break room, I caved. I gobbled down the trail-mix with the lingering, “Why bother? You’re getting fat anyway,” thoughts in the back of my head.
By the time I left work, I was tugging at my too-tight jeans and wallowing in self-pity because I felt gross.
We ate dinner as a family and, instead of playing with the little dude, I put Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on the TV because I was too tired to do anything else. I mindlessly munched on chocolate chips and spent the evening on my laptop.
By the time I put my tiny guy to bed, I couldn’t wear my skinny jeans anymore because they were so uncomfortable. I ate more chocolate chips.
I put on baggy jammies and went to bed disappointed, down, grumpy, and feeling exhausted.
All because the scale said, “You gained four pounds.”
I took a perfectly good start to the day and let my own perception of what an extra four pounds meant create negative self-talk, dictate my food choices, impact my activities, and result in a pretty awful day.
It’s sad and unfortunate.
Don’t be like me. If you feel good, embrace every part that feels good. If you don’t feel good, don’t let negative thoughts impact your choices or drag you down. You can feel better with good decisions, a little positive thinking, and some movement.
Mind over matter does work – both ways. Choose the positive way.