I was childishly exchited when I stepped on the scale this morning. I´de been looking foreward to it in fact- and even though I didn´t want to, or plan to, I kind of betted on wheither I´de lost one or two kilos during my last endorsement. It didn´t even occur to me that gaining weight could be an option(...) I´ve done so well, I´ve stuck be the rules, and I actually feel more fit and stronger within myself than I´ve done in a very, very long time. I´ve been following my project slavishly on how to lose 6 kilos in 6 weeks, and still no result..(?)
- this must be wrong, I thought to myself as I tried to tip the scale in different directions, trying to alter the result in my favour- only to result in me getting higher numbers.
-what?, I continued to myself with a big grin on my nose. And then it struck me. This is what I was afraid of. Getting hung up in insignificant numbers, telling abselutely nothing about how I feel. So I´m going to stick with how I feel, and rethink the thoughts I had when I first started project 6.
"...I will not make it about the kilos. If I loose them- great- but this project within the project- for me, is really just about becomming a better version of myself again. A version that I can happily greet in the mirror every morning. That being said, a nuber can be a great indicator on whether i´m running down the right track or not, so to say, so i´l keep track. I´ll do the weight thing, but my focus will be on succeeding and enjoying the change within myself while sweating out the pounds..."
I feel great! And I´m going to continue the project, even though the scale isnot playing along just yet. After all, weight is just a number. And I don´t greet a number in the mirror every morgning, I see me, and a happy me is a beautiful me. So here´s to feeling good rather than weighing good. Cheers!