The Scale MUST Be Broken

I try not to judge my achievements by a number.  I do not want to be a hostage to the scale and although I weigh myself to "check in" I like to try, or at least think, that I can ignore the number and stay focused on how my body is feeling.  Do my clothes fit?  Do I feel in shape and like I'm making progress in my workouts?  If yes, then I usually don't panic.

However....

Lately the answer to those questions have been NO.  My clothes are feeling a little snug and I am not happy with my workouts.  I was feeling a little under the weather emotionally all last week and the last thing I wanted to do was wake up at 5am to go to the gym.  So I didn't.  I skipped the gym all week.  I lounged, I let myself eat what I wanted, I made brownies.  In my heart, I KNEW a workout would improve my mood and getting to the gym would be a step in the direction to feeling better mentally and physically.  I just couldn't do it.

So when I got on the scale on Friday morning, I guess I wasn't shocked to see a 2lbs weight gain.  But it's a number I swore I would never, ever see again.  After seeing that number, I jumped off the scale and declared it was broken.  Must be.  Because that's just not possible!  But I feel it.  I know the scale isn't lying.

I realize I can not keep writing about the things I will do but instead I need to do them.  I keep blaming the fact that I can not run for another week on my lack of cardio workouts but there are many other things I can and should be doing.  I know all of this. 

This week will be dedicated to eating clean, healthy foods, getting back to the gym (focusing on cardio), and detoxing.  No booze.  I *think* I can handle one week of no alcohol.  It's difficult when your social life revolves around happy hours and bars.  But enough of the excuses.