After the discouraging week 8 I had, I decided to take a break from obsessing over the whole weight-loss thing for a while.

Things hadn’t been going my way: My trainer moved to Texas a couple weeks ago, and I’ve still yet to find a replacement. I hadn’t been hitting my four workouts per week schedule because things got thrown off… So I made the executive decision to just…. chill.

I still made it to the gym about 3 times a week, but told myself that I wouldn’t beat myself up about it. This morning I planned to weigh myself at the gym (I don’t own a scale, which is probably for the best) and mentally prepared myself.

It’s OK if you gain a couple lbs, you’ve had a rough couple weeks. Give yourself room to breathe.

I got on the scale, and to my surprise, I actually dropped a pound. I’m now 13 weeks in and 9 lbs down total. Still not going as fast as I’d like, but I’ll take it.