Did you read my last post, Eviction Notice? Well today’s post is about a Conviction Notice. Not a conviction where you end up in jail but the conviction meaning “strong belief or opinion”.
You see, when I tossed my scale out a wonderful thing happened. Nothing that I did meant anything. Not as far as the scale was concerned, anyway. Getting up at 6:30am on Saturday morning to fit a treadmill run in before our day got underway was done because I wanted to do it and I knew that I would feel good after. It wasn’t done with the purpose of trying to lower the scale number. Everything that I’ve eaten since the 1st of January has been for nutritional purposes, fuel purposes and enjoyment purposes. The foods that I have avoided (sugar) have been easy to avoid because they make me feel horrible. That’s much easier to do than having an internal debate about whether or not the chocolate is going to make me fat.
Even this morning when I was packing up my tote to head out for work and realized that I really wanted a banana. I haven’t had a banana in a very, VERY long time. Bananas are good for you. One every now and then isn’t the end of the world, but when I was scale-driven I would base my decision on my number. Had this morning’s number been a bit higher, I’d have told myself to wait until it was lower. And had it been lower I’d have been slightly euphoric and no frigging way would I eat a banana and risk having the extra starch and sugar jack that number up. And so, something healthy that would give me enjoymnet would never get eaten. So crazy!
Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I ran 4.86km this weekend in 29 minutes, I took my dog on her first “learn to jog” outing on Sunday (not far, she has to be eased into it) and this morning I went to the gym and rowed 3522 meters in 19 minutes (would have been in 16 minutes save for the couple breaks I had to take so I could breathe again, rowing is hard!). Tomorrow is a heavy lifting day and then Wednesday is a rest day.
I feel good. My activity is varied and keeps me challenged and I’m doing it because I want to, not because I’m trying to appease the scale. That’s all good!
Now, moving in a completely different direction, our life is about to change again, this little cutie is joining our family on January 16th.
Snoopy is a 7 month old boy boxer that was surrendered by his family due to financial strain. He’s coming up from LA to join our family on a three week trial. If our resident boxer can get along with him then he’ll be a permanent addition.
Fitty vs Fatty 