Today was slightly disappointing, I have to admit. My bums, tums and legs class has been rebranded as "Tone", and after a hearty workout I took myself off to the gym's fancy scales. The digital counter rolled through the numbers, up and down, before settling on... exactly the same as last week. To a tenth of a pound! I wasn't 100% confident when I stepped on them, I must admit, probably due to the odd biscuit and chocolate bar that just happened to pass through my lips this week. But I am placing most of the blame on the fact that I was wearing my full-length, jersey jogging bottoms as opposed to the lightweight cut-off pants I have been wearing for previous weigh-ins. That must make a difference of half a pound... surely!
I know I'm clutching at straws here, but many life-long dieters I know do exactly the same thing. Come on, how many times have you stepped on the scales and had a disappointing result, then gone on to blame that party you went to, or a bad week at work, or even the time of the month? It's so easy to divert the failure to something or someone else. And we shouldn't. I'm not saying we should feel guilty for putting on weight but I do think we need to take a look at our actions and take full responsibility for them.
So that's what I'm going to do this week. Yes, I am a sinner, but Lord I can change! I vow to go to Strictly-cise tomorrow, then do a proper workout on Friday. And I will stick to the water, even though I'm going out with friends this weekend who will be boozing merrily.
And for next week's weigh-in, I'll be wearing my cut-off pants!
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