I know I’m not supposed to weigh myself everyday, weight fluctuates too much with water weight and such, but I just can’t seem to help it. I get on the scale every morning, and for the last few mornings I’ve been disappointed. I’ll lose a couple of pounds, then gain half a pound.
My weight keeps going up, and I suppose it could be muscle, but at some point the fat needs to fall off too, right?
For now I’ll just stay excited that the pants I wore yesterday were too big instead of getting discouraged. I know the number on the scale means a lot less than how I feel and the other results I’m seeing — I just wish all of the progress measures would agree!
Happy Friday! I’m gonna try not to have a super indulgent weekend (I’ve been having those lately and they aren’t helping). Get to go to my niece’s dance recital on Saturday. That should be interesting and adorable.
Have a great weekend!