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Tuesday, April 29th, 2008
Me vs. the Scale: A Battle of Wits
While trying to really get my head in the game here, I have encountered a few enemies. The drive thru. My kids ice cream habits. Ice cold beer. And that damn scale.
Now intellectually, I can comprehend the benefits of staying off the scale. I can hear the voices in my head. My friends. My husband. The trainers at the gym. "Stay off the scale!" "Quit worrying so much about numbers, worry about how your clothes fit." If you have to track something, track inches." Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear you. I just can't jump on your wagon just yet.
It's not that I physically can't pull myself away from the scale. No, I am fairly capable of that. I could ask someone in my family to hide it from me? But then, I know myself and by the next day I would probably have gone to WalMart to buy a new one.
The thing about it is, I am scared NOT to step on the scale. As I have watched my weight slowly creep up over the past year and a half, I have set these little mini-goals in my head that made things "ok". Sure, that got me no where. Now these goals weren't too positive. They were more things like - "Ok, you've gained. Just DON'T let it get over 150 lbs. and you're ok." Who am I kidding. That was after a 10 pound gain, and my new thing is "don't hit 160". A ridiculous plan, clearly.
So that being said, I am just scared not to weigh. I feel like if I don't weigh myself every single stinkin' day (first thing in the morning, totally naked, after I pee, before I take a shower - don't need the weight of wet hair) then I am opening up the possibility of letting things get away from me. If I know I gained a pound yesterday, then I can work harder today. Like tackling a mole hill before it becomes a mountain.
At the same time, it seems logical that this theory could back fire. If I DON'T see progress, am I going to get more discouraged? Am I going to give up and slip back into my old ways? Am I going to psychologically flaw my program?
As if I needed something else to worry about.....
Me vs. the Scale: A Battle of Wits
While trying to really get my head in the game here, I have encountered a few enemies. The drive thru. My kids ice cream habits. Ice cold beer. And that damn scale.
Now intellectually, I can comprehend the benefits of staying off the scale. I can hear the voices in my head. My friends. My husband. The trainers at the gym. "Stay off the scale!" "Quit worrying so much about numbers, worry about how your clothes fit." If you have to track something, track inches." Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear you. I just can't jump on your wagon just yet.
It's not that I physically can't pull myself away from the scale. No, I am fairly capable of that. I could ask someone in my family to hide it from me? But then, I know myself and by the next day I would probably have gone to WalMart to buy a new one.
The thing about it is, I am scared NOT to step on the scale. As I have watched my weight slowly creep up over the past year and a half, I have set these little mini-goals in my head that made things "ok". Sure, that got me no where. Now these goals weren't too positive. They were more things like - "Ok, you've gained. Just DON'T let it get over 150 lbs. and you're ok." Who am I kidding. That was after a 10 pound gain, and my new thing is "don't hit 160". A ridiculous plan, clearly.
So that being said, I am just scared not to weigh. I feel like if I don't weigh myself every single stinkin' day (first thing in the morning, totally naked, after I pee, before I take a shower - don't need the weight of wet hair) then I am opening up the possibility of letting things get away from me. If I know I gained a pound yesterday, then I can work harder today. Like tackling a mole hill before it becomes a mountain.
At the same time, it seems logical that this theory could back fire. If I DON'T see progress, am I going to get more discouraged? Am I going to give up and slip back into my old ways? Am I going to psychologically flaw my program?
As if I needed something else to worry about.....
"and my new thing is "don't hit 160"."
Yeah... that was me 4.9 lbs ago. I'm down about 3 since I started, but (putting it out there for the world to see) I am determined to get under 160 again. I want a 3 in the tens place again. Sigh.
For me, it's not my kids' ice cream habits. It just their food. I don't need to eat it. But it's there. So I do. And yes, it's hard for me not have my wine every night (your beer).
But really, we can do it. You just have to be ready. You have to be really ready. I am going to put up pictures of me now around my kitchen. That'll help my motivation. How old are your kids? Can they help?