Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I feel like my behavior has not been quite there for fat loss. You just feel like you know what you have to do, and you know more or less when you've done it. But sometimes the scale messes with your head. I unloaded the magazines from mine (bathroom reading clean out). I made sure it was zeroed and I stepped on it. 174ish. Maybe 173. (Remember, I can't see in the mornings.) I have not been that impressed with myself in my fitness behavior lately, although I'm still eating lots of plums and recently discovered flavored seltzer in a can (big puffy heart). So why am I down a pound? Not sure I believe it, but I'll take the enjoyable (irrational) feelings of self-actualization that go with it. Scale wise, I am like Mr. Weston in Persuasion, the perpetual optimist. Even a subsequent rise probably won't make me feel like this was a mistake. I'll decide the high number was a mistake. See? We optimists are supposed to be less accurate than pessimists. But we have our fun.