My pal CurvyFitGirl Kelly recently posted a link to one of my old posts that featured a video of me not being very satisfied with a weigh-in…
Man, are things all relative or what?
Back then, I tipped the scale (before I ripped the scale) at 219, which is right in my goal-weight range (I observe a very wide range, thank you very much).
But there I am, wearing a pair of jeans I wouldn’t have been able to snap shut as a teenaged punk, smashing the holy hell out of an unsympathetic scale.
Here's the funny thing: that dude with rage in his eyes, murder in his heart and a stylish “Life is Good” hoodie on his bod would currently give his left you-know-whaticle to be at that weight again.
I can answer that is-it-all-relative question with a resounding “Hell, yeah!”
My point? Well, I suppose it’s that it’s okay to be pissed off after stepping on the scale (Lord knows I am often enough), but it’s also important to realize that things could most definitely be worse.
And keeping them from getting worse is just as important as trying to make them better.