I stepped on the scale a few weeks ago. It had been awhile since I stepped on the scale. I don’t know how it happened, as I was nearly obsessed with weighing myself during the early part of my weight loss journey. I eventually had to break up with the scale. Didn’t like the mental games it played with me.
Fast forward to a few years, and perhaps before that. I didn’t like the way I my clothes were fitting, but I ignored it for awhile. I saw that I looked different in the mirror. Then I ripped my pants not long ago, and pushed it aside, but I knew I had put on weight. I was 230 at my heaviest, and I’m conscious about never going back to that. So I decided to weigh myself, just to get an idea of where I am.
After weighing myself, I decided to go back to basics. I haven’t been in a good place emotionally, and I have always been an emotional eater. So this part has been a struggle. I am back to tracking my food, and exercise. I am currently working on changing up my exercise to make it not only challenging, but fun again.