After a weekend of kicking ass and (not) taking calories, I stepped on the scale.
Commence my monthly mindf*ck.
At the risk of over-sharing, I am plagued on a monthly basis by about 2 weeks of bloating and serious weight gain leading up to the main event. Even though I attempt to mentally prepare for this frustrating fluctuation, I still freak out. I start to second-guess my eating, my choice to exercise (“muscle is bad because it is heavy!!!” says crazy, desperate PMS-brain) and my ability to ever have a happy, healthy life. It sounds quite dramatic but after 2 weeks of creeping weight gain, I can’t help it!
Uncle Google always has lots of good advice but I already drink tons of water and avoid sodium! The one piece of advice that I never manage to heed is to ignore the scale and be patient. Sounds like a challenge and I like those right? Right….?
New component of the 30 day challenge: NO SCALE until (ear-muffs gentlemen!) GirlTimes are over.
I can do it?