Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Okay, Mondays are my official weigh-in day now and this past one was the first time in about 6 or 7 months. I'd promised myself the number would not throw me off if it wasn't what I wanted.
I have two "good" scales (fairly expensive that should be accurate). One has always weighed me about 3-5 lbs. heavier than the other one. The other scale, as it turns out, needs new batteries and was wonky. So I had to use the bad scale. (Yes, I'm implying that I should be able to subtract 5 lbs. I'll know next Monday when I put new batteries in the other one.)
So, there I was on the scale for the first time in over a half year. One in which I ate through my grief but, fortunately, had increased my exercise level. The number shown is what it is. And I have nothing to compare it to relatively since it's been so long since I've weighed-in.
Unfortunately, that number has been flashing through my brain since Monday as I have to admit I feel lighter than that number. My clothes are starting to get looser. I promised myself that the number wouldn't dominate my psyche so I'd like to stick with that commitment.
Last night, I dreamt I got on the scale and the number was mega-humongous. I resorted to the "why bother" mentality that I wrote about in my last blog and ate a huge Toblerone. Then I awoke and was relieved. Suddenly, Monday's number on the scale looked mighty fine and my streak of no sugar is still intact. HOORAY HOORAY! Another day's victory for me.
Wishing all a fun day.