Ok, I actually know why. But it’s still frustrating.
I like to think I’m eating relatively healthy – but I’m not. I’ve had the “if I exercise this much, that’s this treat, or that treat in calories” mindset.
Add grief and sadness and being lost in a hole, and you have a mom who’s making dinner with the phone instead of cooking.
Fast food is easier than making a sandwich.
Plus I’m putting on muscle. Eating fat foods, putting on muscle, not drinking enough water.
And as a result, I didn’t pass my skills test.
I’ll pass next time. I passed so much of it – but the hardest part has always been endurance for me.
This time – fatigue killed any extra endurance I may have found and I wasn’t bouncy enough for some of the skills (knees were locked)
It’s all related to the fuel I’ve been putting in my body… and now it’s time to look at that.
I am not my scale. I am more than that – the clothes fit differently, I move differently, I look differently… somehow I get stuck on a scale though.