Friday, April 06, 2012
No Scale. Until I began this healthy lifestyle adventure, I didn't own a scale. Never needed to. Then, about seven years ago, many factors started adding bulk to my bones - overwork, less activity, hormonal changes, stress, etc. Suddenly, for the first time in my life, I was fat. (no, not fluffy)
Scale. About four years ago, I bought my first scale and began the weekly weigh-ins to keep track of my progress. After 31 lbs down, I hit what I call a forever plateau. No matter what I've tried or changed, nothing budged to lower numbers.
No Scale. About a year ago, as a result of the plateau, I thought I'd do fine just maintaining for awhile so I forgot about the scale. Never did let it rule my psyche although it can tend to start to dominate consciousness if I let it. However, I've decided to kickstart my regimen again to get this last chunk of about 20 off my bones. Gotta gotta gotta do it. Gonna gonna gonna do it.
Scale. Two days ago, braced myself and got on the scale. Even though I've maintained the same size clothing, I told myself not to start this numbers game again that can mess with my head when losing weight and just let it be. Whatever the number on the scale, that's my new starting point. It wasn't as bad as it could have been.
So, I'm back to weekly weigh-ins, which will be on Thursdays or Fridays. Having the scale back in my life will keep me on track.
Wishing all a good day. (p.s. My yard saga goes on with more drama, as I posted yesterday. Guess this is going to be one of those issues that produce stress before it's resolved. Not going to let it get the better of me.)