Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2016-11-07 08:17:34 (UTC)

So I Had To Stop

For some reason I can't get my computer to blow up the screen like I normally do. The font is uncomfortably small, and I don't know how to get it bigger. I hope this is just my computer being dumb, and not the site not allowing me to make the writing field bigger. This isn't enjoyable... Snookums helped me. All better! And since that pretty much was the worst thing that's happened to me all day, I'd have to say today was a success.

For whatever reason, I woke up long before I needed to, but I felt really good and motivated to get up and dressed for work. I even had time to diffuse my hair... and it turned out great! So good, I feel more inclined to make the time to dry it every morning. I don't always get my hair soaking wet (only when I wash it), but I do refresh the curls with water in the morning to help reduce frizz and reshape the more scraggly curls. Usually I just let my hair air dry, but that kind of creates a triangle shape. Flat on top, and bigger at the bottom. I spend half the day trying to fluff it into a more voluminous shape. All I did was turn my head over and diffuse until about 90% dry. It was perfection, and maintained it's volume and shape all day. I NEED to take the extra 5 minutes to diffuse. It makes such a huge difference. Which in turn positively impacts my confidence. A trim/reshaping will help with my shape as well. I have an appointment scheduled for next week.

Sunday mornings I weigh myself. This is a relatively new ritual. Since I started getting into S Health more comprehensively. I got an in-app message suggesting I track my weight along with my activity and food intake, and I figured since I was seeing so much positive progress, it couldn't hurt. I stopped weighting myself regularly years ago because it became a very toxic ritual for me. I'd starve myself to see that number drop. I'd feel like total shit if I stayed the same, or worse - gained. It became my morning obsession, and would set the tone for the entire day. It would dictate if I'd allow myself to eat solid food or if I'd only have coffee and water. It would control all my feelings of self-worth and my happiness was tangled up in the significance of this arbitrary number. It consumed me. So I had to stop. I worried about it becoming a problem again, so instead of daily weigh-ins, I opted for a weekly weigh-in. It just happened to be Sunday, so Sunday became weigh day.

This past week I haven't done my best in the self control department. I've eaten everything I've wanted with close to total reckless abandon. Evening snacks being the worst. In my weekly (S Health) summary it said that I only had a deficit of 9 calories. My consumption was up an average of 519 calories/day and my physical activity was just about the same (up 11 minutes, but that's nothing compared to consuming an extra 500 calories/day)... so explain to me how I lost half a pound. I know it isn't much, but I fully expected to stay right where I was last week. I was even prepared to be a little heavier, since my breasts are getting sore and I know menstruation is imminent. Good hair and a little weight loss? It was definitely a good start to the day.

Work was good, but very average. Nothing much to say about that. What surprised me was what I found when I got home. My dad, all the kids, and our neighbor's daughter (Scotlyn, Annie's friend) hanging out in the kitchen, eating ice cream. So, I finished off the day with great conversation and some meaningful socialization. It really was a great day.




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