Yes. It's true.
I know I encourage you guys to measure success by how your clothes fit and how strong you feel and how much further you can run than last month and all that... but I'm afraid I don't hold on to that advice myself as much as I should.
The freakin' scale owns me. I hate that thing. I am addicted to it and I hate it and I love it.
When it's a number I like, I'm in an amazing mood all day. When it's a number I don't like, I'm depressed. I can usually take it in stride, but yesterday I hit the wall. Yesterday, I weighed in at 174.6. Three weeks ago I weighed in at 174.8. I've been eating healthy and working out daily for three weeks, and I lost .2 pounds. I flipped out and I actually almost started to cry.
You guys, that's just not cool.
What I will say, is that when I freaked out and posted on Facebook and Tweeted and such, you guys totally supported me and told me not to jump off of the cliff I was threatening to jump off of. You guys are awesome. <3