So haven’t run since Saturday so the guilt started to slip in today but I resigned myself that it wasn’t the end of the world I could still get 3 runs in this week. Then I did the most silliness thing and weighed myself I’ve lost an incredible 1lb despite eating healthy etc etc disappointed was not the word! Added to the fact that I had an appt in a crepe bar/waffle bar this afternoon all in the line of duty so tucked into waffle with peanut butter ice cream and lots of chocolate sauce (I had no choice but to indulge) first taste of anything sweet in nearly two months. So after this I resigned myself that I should give up running what was the point. But somehow I got my trainers on and ran for a full 30 minutes. I guess it’s a nun scale victory as I couldn’t even run for a minute 9 weeks ago and tbh never run in my life even as a child. So there’s a moral I’m this story I felt great and really felt like the running was doing me good until I stepped on the dreaded scales so I think I should ditch them and not let them dictate my moods what do we all think ?