On the Issue of Weight

But first, a recap of my weekend!

Friday:

After the aforementioned hydrochloric acid incident in my organic chemistry lab, I got home preparing to go to the gym later on.  Part of my preparations were to take a nap (obviously), and in the middle of it I got a text from gbf2 asking if I wanted to go to a concert of gbf1.  So, I opted out of going and went to the concert which was...interesting...lots of "new music" which I can't say I'm a huge fan of.  Afterwards we went to Dairy Queen, and the Dairy Queen in my town is by far superior to any other DQ in the states.  I would bet money on it.  After ingesting a butterfinger blizzard (yumm-o!) we went over to gbf1's apartment and watched some I Love Lucy! 

Then I went home and talked to my sister. Fascinating.

Saturday:

Not a whole lot happened.  Was on my way to the rec AND about to open it's doors when gbf1 called and asked if I wanted to go bowling or to the hockey game.  Neither happened, and we ended up watching Titanic, playing Jenga and ordering cookies.  It was fantastic.  And we came up with many new uses for jenga pieces.

Sunday:

Went to the rec and had an AWESOME work out.  Felt confident and amazing. Then I made the terribly tragic idea of going to weigh myself.  Obviously by my statement of it being "terribly tragic" you get the idea that that did not go over so well.

So now I sit here, writing this, while watching Titanic (Yes, that's right, twice in one weekend. Don't judge) and asking myself...why does it matter the number so much.

I felt amazing and confident before I stepped on the scale.  I thought I'd noticed a change for the better in the days prior yet as soon as I saw the number I felt sad and depressed the rest of the day.  And all I could notice was the chub.

Basically, I'm not going to let the stop me from continuing my working out or being happy with the way I look, but rather use it for motivation to kick my butt into gear.  I wonder if boys care this much about weight.  Any way you spin it though, I can't let a number dictate how I'm going to feel about myself, or my mood in general.   

xoxo