Sunday, June 02, 2013
Today's Sparkcoach lesson on the Plateau Busting program, for me, included tips about weighing on the scale. I weigh myself every morning. The Coach recommended only weighing once a week. I've tried that in the past, but there's that darn scale, staring me in the face each morning...beckoning me, tempting me, calling me like some kind of 'game of chance' Carnie. "Step right up, Shelly, and find out if you've gained, maintained, or lost over the past 24 hours!" There's always a 33.33% chance that I will "win" (have lost weight). But, if I weight the same or even one pound more than the previous day, it's not a good feeling.
Why do I subject myself to that daily? Am I obsessed? Do I really need some stupid number on a machine staring back at me with a 1/3 % chance of giving me what I've determined to be 'positive news' starting out the tone of my day?
If I move the scale, my husband will move it back to the same spot, because I know he weighs himself every day.
It's just another something about which I have to develop discipline.
Thank you, Lord, for giving me all of these little opportunities to develop self-discipline. Arrrgh.