Abs-olutely!

Tomorrow is Monday which means weigh-in day. I loathe the scale, I dread the scale, I fear the scale.

I confided in my boyfriend my fears about tomorrow. While I had a pretty good week, and really worked my butt off exercising (eight and a half hours worth!!), I don't know, I just don't feel like I lost anything. And my usual reaction when I get on the scale and see a number that hasn't budged, or, even worse, one that has gone up, is to cry and feel like a failure.

And, come on, I know I shouldn't. There are SO MANY factors that go into your weight on any given day, and, hey, maybe I am actually gaining some muscle! But I know myself, and I know the shame spiral those trivial numbers send me into.

So Bryce suggested I do some ab work to make myself feel better. No, I don't think that fifteen minutes of crunches is going to help me drop more weight by 7 AM, but it most certainly was good for my mental health.

And he even held my feet down for me..