Friday, January 21, 2011
I love the scale... some days. And I hate the scale... some days. Today I hate it. Yesterday I hated it. It is an obsession with me. And I know that there are probably half or more of the people who will read this and try to convince me to throw away the scale, put it away or at least only weigh once in a while. But I can't.
I wake up.
I weigh myself.
(In my pajamas. This helps to soften the blow for later because I know for sure I will actually weigh less than I do in my pjs.)
I go to the bathroom.
I feed my baby (cuz breastmilk must weigh a TON. lol).
I take off my clothes.
I weigh myself again.
Somedays I go and eat breakfast at this point, somedays I allow myself to be distracted until I put my son down for nap.
After putting my son down for nap, I strip down again.
I weigh myself.
Then I take a shower.
And weigh myself.
And if I don't like that number I make sure my hair is TOTALLY dried and weigh again.
Then I will allow myself to go through my day as normal.
And then I take off my clothes to get my pajamas on.
And I weigh myself once more before bed.
I can almost always assume that I will weigh approximately 2 pounds less than I weigh at night - it's very accurate. This also helps me to soften the blow incase I have gained - then I won't be shocked in the morning.
But I have to say, this usually helps me. I know, I know. It sounds INSANE and bizarre. But it's kind of like a science to me. Helps me to really re-think what I have eaten in a day. If I only weigh once a week there is no way to know where I have gone wrong. If I weigh daily then I can accurately pinpoint where I went wrong. But the last few days have been kind of infuriating. I can usually handle a small gain. I try my best to take it in stride and just say, "Now I know what not to do tomorrow and I will just try harder." But the last few days, of course this happens AFTER making a promise to myself to lose as much as I can by my class reunion in August, the scale has gone up and up and I can't figure out why. I haven't been doing any crazy eating and no eating out. I even got a workout in this week. I know, flimsy attempt, but it's been so cold here that schools are being cancelled and I am trying to keep my baby indoors and not have to take him to the childcare at the gym. Anyway, so, I am very frustrated. Most times I really do consider the scale my ally... but right now it seems like an enemy. My goal is to lose 3 pounds a week. As it stands, I have lost nothing this week and I still have 3 pounds to lose before I weigh on Sunday morning.
Oh scale... why do you hate me???