I know, usually this post is topped with a photo of the scale and my weight for the week but I am doing thirty days without stepping on the scale. I made it through my first week and I have to say I am really missing the scale. Not only is it accountability, but it is encouragement.
I kind of miss it.
I know that sounds weird because I don’t actually like the scale. It so often reflects things I don’t want to see that I think of it as an enemy. But it isn’t. It is a tool and in no way a measure of my self worth.
The scale doesn’t go high enough to measure my self worth. It is merely a reflection of effort.
And while I enjoy seeing the results of my efforts in numerical form, I agreed not to get on the scale for a month. In fact, I sent the scale to work worth my baby. He is keeping it safely hidden away from the house for the next month.
Mostly because I didn’t trust myself not to cheat.
I am occasionally weak.
So we are doing the week in review holistically.
This week I went a little bonkers with the weighing of ingredients and calorie counting early in the week. I somehow suspected the weight would sneak on once it thought I could no longer see it. So Monday and Tuesday I was a little crazy, but I can only keep up that level of crazy for so long and I started to loosen up a bit by mid week.
I replaced a bunch of shirts yesterday that can attest to my sweating it out in the sun. I picked up a pack of Hanes T-shirts and placed an order for a couple of more packs to have in readiness. (partially because they were having a sale and partially to extend their use by having a larger number to rotate through).
This morning when I dressed, I put on an oversized tunic shirt and leggings. I felt like I had some how gotten shorter in the night. I hadn’t worn these leggings in a while and as my weight has gone down a bit, they get baggier and by extension longer in the leg with a higher waist. It is a reminder that when I start looking at putting my summer clothes away and taking out my fall and winter ones, I will need to do a bit of a clear out. There will be a large fashion show for one as I not only see what is too worn out to be kept but what needs to be donated because it no longer fits.
It won’t really start to cool down here until Mid October so I am aiming for the clear out at the end of September. Oddly enough right after my next official weigh in.
Over all I think this week went fairly well. For me I think the issue is going to be one of drift. One of my big deterrents for extra helpings of an extra treat is knowing that I am going to have to get on the scale on Friday and thus admit what I’ve done to the world (or at least those reading this blog).
‘You can have that second slice of pie if you want but you are still going to have to step on the scale on Friday.’
Its now a hollow threat.
The daily posts are helping though. It requires that I list what I do and reminds me to monitor, so I will be keeping those up for the rest of the month. So I will struggle along and keep my fingers crossed that it works as it is supposed to and that there isn’t something i’m missing.
Because honestly, without the scale it sort of feels like I am missing something. But I gave my word so here we are. the end of week one, feeling fine, slightly nervous and cautiously optimistic.