I had a blog post written in my head last night, but a freelance assignment was the first to get hammered out on the keyboard. Then I wrote a new one in my head this morning, but primping Buttercup for her first school pictures this morning and my sisters flying in this afternoon made me forget that one, too. Which leaves me with trying to be creative on the fly. Kind of like "Whose Line is it Anyway." Only I am the only contestant. And there's no laugh track on the blog.
I could tell you about how I am gluten-free, dairy-free, grain-free, sugar-free, and worked out five days this past week. I could also mention the stellar .4 pound weight loss my deprivation scored for me. Or I could delve into how I believe my PCOS is like the karmic level that brings me back to reality every time I step on the scale. I feel good. I am eating like a rock star. And I am working out with a renewed motivation which, of course, made me believe the scale was going to whisper sweet nothings into my ear this morning.
And it did...kind of.
I understand that any step in the right direction is a good step to be taking. I also understand that this is not a short term fix...it is, in fact, a lifestyle change. But sometimes, I have to admit it would be nice to be able to just put my mind to it and lose weight like a normal person.
Which brings me back to the karmic level. And my unwavering determination.
The scale might not be showing massive loss. But my internal dialogue?
A total win.