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Originally Posted by *Anya*
Was afraid to weigh myself this morning after having gained a pound yesterday.
I should really talk about that because I am sure I am not the only one.
The scale and I have never, ever been friends. It really does not matter if it has said 110 or way more than that- I always felt heartsick that it was not less.
I do not mentally punish myself for small variations now, as long as it heads in the direction that I want it to go but that internal, initial fear of stepping on the scale is always there.
I have to pep talk myself into it every time: "You know you have been doing well, it will be ok" or even, "ok, so you had extra 1/2 and 1/2 in your coffee-that is only about 40 cals, you didn't gain because of that".
I wish I could just get on it without the mental tape rewind but I can't and may never but at least every day, I strip to my skin, no denial here, and step on that scale. It keeps me honest and keeps me focused.
Btw, I did lose that damn pound from yesterday.  |
For me, I always weigh first thing in the morning -after the pee of course
. No clothes no nothing. And for me it's only a "real" weight if I have had pretty much the same amount of sleep as normal. I usually consider Tues - Friday to be good accurate weights. The Weekend is just for "fun" because I sleep more. Monday is just a gauge because I typically don't drink as much water on the weekend and I may eat out - which means more sodium. So Monday is my "flush the system" day.
For me it's kinda funny - When I'm eating right I LOVE getting on the scale. Even if I go up .5 to a 1... I still look at the number and remember where I was last week, month, or in some cases year.. and I can't help but smile.
The body is weird. You'll flat line for a week and a half and then 3 pounds will fall off out of no where. I guess for me the hardest part is to keep on truckin during that week and a half.