What Goes Up Must Come Down

Over the past 2 weeks, I have experienced consistent shrinkage (*smirk*). Every morning I wake up, look in the mirror and go, "huh. sweet! that's starting to look like a normal [enter name of fat-covered body part here]." I've also kept up with my diet - my only cheat being some non-fat fro-yo with some oh-so-fattening peanut butter cups on top at our new "16 Handles" down the street (YUM!). I've been working out consistently and with a lot of variety - bike, Nordic Track, Salsa dancing (poorly). Hell, I've even been doing sit-ups - my arch activity nemesis - courtesy of this Tummy Toning workout on Netflix, which, by the way, is evil but strangely fun.

So, imagine my horror as I get on the scale each morning to see I'm gaining weight - and not just a little bit of normal fluctuation - SIX AND A HALF POUNDS! Granted, today I'm back down 2 of those...but seriously.

I know it's all muscle. Muscle is more dense than fat. I put on muscle like a roid-raging bowflex-humping gym rat. I know that eventually things will turn and go in the opposite direction.

I know all of this.

Still, it's just evil how my mind has been conditioned to be so darn fixated on the numbers. I'm like a dog that did a trick and is now begging for a cookie. I need to get over it already and focus on the mirror. I need to just get over it already.

Honestly, after weeks of very similar posts - I think I am starting to get past the scale. I know what I'm doing is right because it feels right. My body is RESPONDING. Just because the scale doesn't reflect what's going on - that's not a true reflection of what is indeed actually happening.

Can I banish the scale for a month this time? I'm seriously thinking about it.