Monday is the only day I get on the scales. I refuse to spend every waking minute fixated on gaining weight or losing weight. This morning I got on the scales and unfortunately the needle didn't move, not even a whisper of a movement to the left. I had a moment where my heart felt heavier in my chest, just a moment mind. I know in my brain that I won't see losses every week no matter how much I want them, but you know what they say...the heart wants what the heart wants.
I would like this journey to be over the moment I made the decision that I was tired of being unfit and overweight. But really when I think about it, what would be the fun in that. If it was immediate, where would be the satisfaction in the hard work. I momentary heaviness of heart was lifted rather quickly when I realised I've made my decision, I will be fit I will be slim, this week wasn't a step back, it was a step forward even though the scales didn't move to the left.
On the subject of health. I seem to have finally gotten over this horrible flu. I still cough like crazy when I come in from outside, but my head is finally clear and I can think and move around without having to lie down or slump in a corner. This week I will start a painting. I haven't done that in a very long time. I think acrylic on board. I've never really been that gifted with acrylic but for whatever reason my gut wants me to do a painting with that so I will.
Winter continues on, I think the worst of the cold is over now. You begin to think that it will winter forever. But spring will come no matter what. In the meantime I think it's about time to start enjoying this lovely carpet of snow.