Guess what? I lost 1.4 pounds this week!
That’s what I said to the scale. Boo-yah. (Not really. I totally said, “Yippee”, like the normal Midwestern, Non-Jersey Shore gal I am. But maybe I imaaaagined saying it. Such a rebel.)
That brings my total to 7.3 pounds lost. Slowly but surely.
After I weighed in, I went shopping. I’m leaving for Spain and Portugal in a couple weeks and need a couple items that I’ve donated over the years since living in Florida. You know, like light jackets. I hear it’s going to be in the 70’s and 80’s while we’re there. I’m not sure how I’ll survive. I’ve officially lost my Michigan winter street cred.
When I got to the store, I walked past the kids clothing section and only bought two outfits for my adorable niece.
Then, I tried on a couple things in the dressing room.
It’s in the dressing room that my inner mean girl tried to rear her ugly head. I knew I looked thinner. I feel better. Things are fitting better! So while the scale may not be moving a ton, my clothes are telling me something. But so is my inner mean girl. She says stuff like, “You’re not thin enough to wear that yet.” She points out my problem areas, as if I don’t know they’re there.
Mainly I make these faces in the mirror.
I basically had to lay on the ground and peel these m-fers off.
I left without actually getting that light jacket — imagine that, it’s hard to find in South Florida — but I kept looking at my silly flex break picture. I thought I looked pretty good. But more importantly, I felt good!
So shut your face, inner mean girl! I freakin’ got this.
Do you have an inner mean girl? What does your inner voice say? How do you shut down the mean talk?