the scale says..

i'm so dang tired. even when i know the long days are coming, i cannot help but be weary at the end of the day. the days and nights start to bleed together. sleeping is all i can muster at this point at night, having stepped in the door at about 10.30pm. i have learned the art of ironing in my sleep (but i need the lights on, i'm no magician).

i felt very good today. walking around, taking in the scenery from a different view. the view from a dude who has completely cleaned out the system in about 3.5 weeks and has started running again. it just feels good on some days doesn't it? some of my pants feel a little looser. i have a ways to go but some days it feels good to simply appreciate how far you've made it. and look forward to more challenges and progress. more to come, more to come. the scale readout seems to matter quite a bit in the beginning to me because i don't feel any different. i have no other way to know whether or not i'm making progress other than what the scale says. eventually you hit that phase where you know you are making progress and whatever the scale says on a day to day basis, it doesn't matter. you know its trending in the right direction.

here's to not caring what the scale says tomorrow morning! it doesn't matter! cheers!