Thursday, August 29, 2013
Hi! My name is Mel and I'm addicted to the scale. I get on it every morning, waiting with baited breath hoping to see the numbers go down, even it if is in inches. I do a happy dance in my bathroom when I see the numbers go down, I celebrate each ounce lost, even if I would rather pounds. I need to attend scale addicts classes. I need an intervention. I wish I could ignore the pull of the scale, because I'm very much SV driven.
- The bane of my existence, my early morning habit. I think we need to break up!
So, if I haven't already made it clear, I am in a long term love/hate relationship with my scale and it hasn't been nice to me at all. It gave me a tease last week with a two pound drop. This week it took those two pounds back and laughed at me as I looked down upon it. I have been working my butt off, jumping on my elliptical for 30 minutes, doing wall push ups, kettlebell routines and getting on the floor for modified crunches (praying each time that I can get back up). So I had a talk with my scale this morning, told it (it's pink by the way) to be nice and show me my hard work is paying off, it has until Sunday to change it's attitude.
I have been doing all that I can, I log everything I put in my mouth, I limit my portions, I don't snack at night anymore, drink water like I'm a camel lost in the desert, I am in bed at 9 every night and I'm sweating bullets. So what gives? Why am I not dropping weight like I did the first time I started SP when 40 lbs jumped off me and ran for it's life?
Something has to give here, I'm giving it all I've got and it doesn't seem good enough! So for now I will continue to glare at my scale, watching what I eat, controlling my portions and begging for some results to show somewhere! I don't even have NSV to fall back on to encourage me!