I know better. You probably know better. Everyone knows better.
But I can’t help it.
Right now, I’m at another plateau. I’m still doing the right things – exercising, eating right, trying to get enough sleep, all that good stuff – but my weight is just standing still.
I have a goal of taking off another 10 to 20 pounds. And so far, it just hasn’t happened. I’ll lose a pound here, and then gain it right back. It doesn’t seem to matter what I do.
I can eat right and gain two pounds. I can eat poorly and lose half a pound. Or I can eat right and lose a pound.
The way that my actions don’t seem to be reflected in any outcomes is getting really frustrating.
But I know better.
Even if I’m not seeing any results, I need to soldier on. I need to keep up with what I’m doing. I need to keep exercising. I need to keep eating right. I need to keep trying to get my eight hours a night.
I know that, in the end, they will make a difference. I know that I will see something shift once my body is ready to shift. And I know that I’m doing what’s good for me: I’m healthier, I’m less at risk for weight-related issues, and I’m even feeling better mentally when I get my exercise in.
So I know better. But I still can’t help looking at that scale and having weight hate.