Today is Thursday, also known as weigh-in day. I’ve had some ups and downs over the past few weeks and decided that I need to get my food and head in order before I start really worrying about the scale.
Actually last week I knew I gained weight and I knew that I couldn’t handle seeing a higher number yet again. So I opted out of weighing in that morning, in my bathroom, and then signed in at my Weight Watchers meeting that afternoon without weighing in as well (btw, Weight Watchers leaders get paid based on how many people show up, so I always make sure to sign-in even if I don’t want to weigh-in… my leader is motivating and I want her to keep coming back!!).
This week, as mentioned in my challenges and solutions post, I’ve been observant of my behavior. The first part of the week was good. I had no sweets in the house and seemed to be doing well. I didn’t track my points but I was happy with how I was eating. Then the quosi-bingeing began which I nipped in the bud after the said post. Two days ago I got back on track and yesterday I actually tracked my points and stayed within my allowance. I was back to really following the program and very happy about it!
Last night I had no intention of weighing in. I always think it’s important to focus on what you’re doing (or not doing) rather than what the scale reflects… because that to an extent is out of your control… and it will catch up eventually with your actions, either way.
And then curiosity got the best of me and this morning, like a zombie, I went into the bathroom and turned that baby on. And I was crushed. CRUSHED. [157.2lbs]
After coffee and breakfast and reflecting through blogging (thank you for being my therapists ) now I’m just trying to figure out whether I stick to my plan of weighing in only once a month and focusing on just following the program or whether these weekly reminders (good or bad) are a necessary part of the progress. Now that I’m over the shock, I think I’m actually more motivated than say, 3 days ago (when I let myself comfort myself with food). There is that unsettling feeling nonetheless. Motivation and defeat are competing for my attention!
How do you feel about the scale? If you were ever in weight-loss mode, how often did you weigh-in? A few years ago I actually weighed myself every day!