Meet My Scale, the Antagonist.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
So, this happens every time I go on a diet. I weigh myself on the first day, make a solemn vow to TAKE THAT NUMBER DOWN, arbitrarily pick a goal weight to achieve in what seems to me like a reasonable amount of time (10 pounds in 10 weeks! OK! Sounds good!), and get started. Obsessively. First week goes by pretty fast, what with me not noticing time passing because I'm constantly researching the nutritional content of EVERYTHING. Then I step on the scale and POW! 3 pounds gone. I should be excited, but I know enough by now to know that it might just be water weight. It might not be any weight at all. My scale could just be jicky. My jeans don't feel so tight, but that could just be because I line dried them this time.
Anyhow, now it's three weeks in, and after that initial drop the first week, I think I've lost almost a pound.
I would celebrate but I worry that the first time I weighed myself, the scale may have been wrong. I took care to weigh about 10 minutes after I got up before I ate or drank anything and after I....ya know...*toilet flush*. This ain't my first rodeo.
This is where I'm supposed to say it doesn't matter what the scale says, I'm making healthier life choices, I've stopped with the fast food, I'm eating fresh whole foods, I'm taking care of my body, and in the long run, it will pay off. UM OK WHATEVER. NUMBERS, PEOPLE. HARD FACTS. This is what I want.
And this is where someone else might say, measure inches, not weight! And this is where I'd say, have you ever tried to measure your own bingo wings with one hand?! Just sayin... And how do you know you're measuring the same exact spot every week? See, I've done this before too.
I had a brainstorm recently and bought myself one of those body fat scales and thought, GOLLY, THIS WILL DEFINITELY WORK! I've heard they're not particularly accurate, but at least, if I'm losing body fat, I'll be able to see a downward trend, right? RIGHT?! Please tell me I'm right. All it does is hurt my feelings these days, telling me I'm slightly overfat. Well hey there's some news!
I wish I could say that since I've been through a number of diet/exercise schemes, I'd know that this is part of the process and I've pushed through it many times before. Well. No. This is usually where I lose steam and this is why I've been trying to lose this same ten pounds for over a year. Three or four weeks and I'm done. Then I gain back what piddling amount of weight I may have lost and nobody really notices except me and my muffin top. The reason I quit, I think, is fear that I'm putting in all this effort and I won't see results. So, instead of going for it and seeing what happens, I quit and stick with what I know.
I'm sticking with it. One day at a time and whatnot. We'll see what happens.
Also, since I cut out most bread and pasta, I've been eating more dairy. SO. MUCH. COTTAGE. CHEESE. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?!