Can I tell you, I hate scales. Abhor them actually. Yet, I am bound to them. I try and not jump on daily, playing the game of dressing upstairs (my scale is downstairs), knowing I won’t step on while fully dressed. Last week, the scale told me I was at my lowest number ever. Happy dancing ensued! Then the next day without any changes in my behavior, exercise, etc. I stepped on once again, and low and behold, the scale jumped up about two pounds. Growling and irritation ensued.
So now I ask…was the scale wrong? Tricking me? Playing a nasty game of “let’s make her feel good one day to only feel crappy the next”. Now I have played catch up all week no wake up today not yet back to the same number I was at last Saturday.
Why do I do this to myself? Why do those numbers mean so much to me? Why am i allowing the scale to run my life?
Ive ve read other bloggers who do not weigh themselves for months at a time, allowing the fit of clothes to be their tell, allowing themselves to NOT be held to a number. I know I am not just a number, but that number motivates me, keeps me honest, shows the payoff for my hard work at the gym. Honestly I feel like this time around it is slower losing the weight. Maybe that is in my mind, maybe I started off higher than I was the last time, so that is affecting my mental outlook on this. All I know is it is frustrating.
How often do you weigh yourself? How have you broken the cycle of being tied to a number?