Friday, June 08, 2012
I have been hopping on the scale almost every day since I was 15 years old. When I was 15, it was two to three times a day and I weighted 115 pounds. I was 128 when I married, 164 after my first girl, 184 after the second and I was 230 to 240 for twenty years. I even had to find scales in stores to jump on when I was on holidays. Did all that hopping on the scale help me control my weight? I think not.
Then I noticed that my daughters have gotten in shape and they hardly get on the scale at all. Maybe once a month at our place. My older daughter wrote an "N" on my old Ever right scale. That's right, "Never right". Though it is scarily accurate.
More often than not, the scale depresses me. Or I go and eat in despair at not losing 3 pounds in a week, or, gasp, gaining.
I then discovered that although it doesn't seem like I have lost much weight, my clothes are loose and I have gone down two sizes. My doctor is thrilled with my sugar and cholesterol.
Yesterday I ran for the bus and I didn't puff or go red in the face! My blood pressure is down.
Everyday I write down my food and my exercise and my water. I check my salt intake.That has done more to improve my eating habits and my health than that stupid scale.
So this week I am going to work at breaking my scale habit. No jumping on until next Friday. Could I even work towards getting on the scale once a month? It seems so scary, like I would go out of control. (Yeah, right, see weight gain above). I will make this one of streaks.
Cross my fingers. I will do it!