Tomorrow morning begins with that weekly meeting between me and that scale. I usually start dreading the moment a full 24 hours in advance. I woke up this morning, entered the bathroom, and found myself looking at the scale with paralyzing fear, knowing full well that I would have to face it tomorrow morning naked and vulnerable. On one end I am proud of my accomplishments this week and think that no matter what I should not worry what the number says. Realistically, however, I know that if that number hasn't budged or worse, gone up, my motivation will fall dramatically and completing that last run and swim of the week, will be overwhelmingly difficult. Good thing I am naturally buyant so my lack of will and arm movement won't sink me to the bottom of the pool. I will, however, nobly step on that scale in the morning and hope for the best.
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