I think this is how I would look as I was throwing my bathroom scale off a cliff:
Has anyone ever been really gloriously carefree and joyful as they stepped on a bathroom scale and viewed the resulting number?
I don't know that I have ever stepped on a bathroom scale without anxiety or trepidation.
Even when the number is going down...does it ever going down fast enough? Even as you stand there smiling at your triumph, isn't the next nagging, grey cloud hanging over you..."How am I going to maintain that loss?" or worse..."How am I going to lose the next pound?"
Someone very wise told me that if I was eating healthy food, staying strictly within my calorie budget and getting some exercise everyday, that my weight should be none of my business. "Take control of what you can control." she counseled. Walk away and leave everything else on the table.
I pondered this advice for a long time. Years actually. I "re-discovered" it or perhaps just really "internalized" it recently with the help of many Spark blogs from many of you out there fighting the good fight. You do make a difference!! And with a lot of internal work that I'm doing with the help of my IOWL Team. And cutting out sugar in a Team Zombie Challenge has also let to some "ah ha" moments and...oh I could go on and on but suffice it to say that something has crystalized this fabulous advice into something...easy and dare I say...almost fun.
The only thing I really have control over is my calorie count and my exercise burn.
I made a commitment about two weeks ago to banish my bathroom scale. In the past, I have stepped on and off that thing so many times, it should have qualified as aerobic activity.
It is in the attic. It still calls to me like some creepy phantom, so I think I will ask my daughter to hide it somewhere else for me.
I then took out my kitchen scale and my Spark iPhone app and made a commitment to managing those number and only those numbers.
I've tracked rigorously in the past. But it was always reluctantly. Because I had to. Because it was good for me. etc. etc. However, now that I am freed from that OTHER number on the bathroom scale, I'm starting to be really jazzed by asserting control over THOSE units shown to me on my kitchen scale and on my tracker. It is almost magical.
I can't cut my body weight in half in a day, but I can cut the amount of cheese I planned to eat in half!
I can take a table spoon of feta (which weighs about .5 oz and 37 calories) over a slice of provolone (1 oz and 100 calories)
Or I can just ditch it entirely for that week, for that day, for that meal.
I can't drop 10 lbs in a day, but I can look at my numbers from yesterday and cut 10 grams of fat off from that number!
Some days I will look at the carb count from the day before and say, "I think I will cut that in half today!"
Voilia! Instant results!! Anyone ever been able to cut their weight in half in a day that magically?
I feel like Dorothy....I have always had the power. Click my heels together three times (or run three laps!) and say..."There is no place like Spark People..."
Numbers CAN make me feel really, gloriously happy!!
Again, I reiterate:
Need to look at upping my fitness minutes now...those are numbers I won't mind going up and up and up!!