Disclaimer: I am in no way shape or form saying there is ANYTHING wrong with daily weighing. I know many people that do it and are awesome and amazing and it is a great accountability tool, so I am not snubbing anyone who is a daily weigher.
When I started this journey in March 2012 at 262, I just wanted to lose weight. I can't lie to you, I wanted smaller cuter clothes, and to stop feeling like a beached whale when I'd roll over in bed.
Being healthier was the least of my worries, exercising was the least of my worries, because as we all know, "diet" is 80ish% of weight loss, depending on who you ask, so who cares about exercise?
Was that the wrong mentality? Absolutely! But when you are 262 pounds, that number on the scale seems like the most important thing in the world, and as long as it's going down, who cares about anything else?
Now that I am well over a year into my journey and 60 pounds down, I am learning to focus more on the healthy part of this lifestyle. I want to go for my physical and have good blood work, I want to continue to NOT have any flare ups of arthritis in my knees. I WANT to eat better, and pay more attention to the kinds of foods I'm eating and make better choices.
And here is the biggest shocker, I want to exercise!
Walking Sparky is still counting as fitness minutes for me, tracked by my fitbit. We've been hitting 2 miles regularly and it feels great, but I am learning that I have more energy and can afford to add in something more than walking on my days off. I am working back to incorporate strength training and other forms of exercise. I have even changed my ticker to reflect fitness minutes instead of weight loss. That isn't a permanent thing, but the things I can control are my food and exercise, so I am focused on that. I will put my weigh ins for BLC on the side of my page though, no secrets here.
After losing 4 pounds last week, the scale didn't look like it was budging and I found myself getting discouraged. Not only was I a daily weigher, I was a twice a day weigher. I'd weigh before bed and when I woke up. I could basically guess my "morning weight" from my "night time weight". Needless to say I was obsessed. Most of the time it didn't bother me, I'd take the number, whatever it was and move on with my day. Lately it is making me crazy!
So I put it in the closet and I am going to learn to break myself of this habit. I will weigh in June 5th for the start of BLC and will weigh each Wednesday after that. I can't lie and say I will NEVER step on the scale in between, but I am working on breaking this habit.
Here are some fun things the scale doesn't know:
: I can walk 2 miles with Sparky without feeling like I'm going to die or can't make it. I also don't get sore from walking anymore.
: I have been making AWESOME food choices that have included more veggies, less carbs, and much less starchy carbs.
: I have more energy than I ever had eating my processed diet food stuff.
: I sleep so much better, except when Sparky is outside trying to bark at Alvin.
(The squirrel, but this was the closest thing LOL)
: Had to start wearing my belt at work again, because my pants are too dang big. Yes, I'm supposed to wear the belt, it's part of my uniform, but when I was 262 pounds I physically couldn't wear it, it was too small and it hurt.
: I'm happy! I've kicked to the curb some stupid boys, and now kicking the scale to the curb, I just feel happy, and free and like myself again, and that is a reward the scale could never give me.
I still mark the scale as a FORM of success, but I am learning it isn't the end all be all. If I do what I need to do this weight will come off, I will get to Onederland and I will get to my goal, and that in itself is super exciting!