Cute, but fat.

I haven’t written for a few days!  I missed it too.

Life has begun again for me.  Yesterday was the first day of school so I can return to a somewhat productive day.  Which mostly includes exercising, errands and housework.

I just posted a question under the support forum about how often people weigh themselves.  I religiously weigh myself once a week and if the scale balloons up it pretty much dictates my day.  Nevertheless, I always weigh myself even when I have not eaten well. I want to be responsible for my choices and not avoid the reality.

I often wonder how some people can weigh only once a month. That would drive me batty.  How do they know they are losing weight if they are not stepping on the scale weekly?  I know myself too well that if I only weighed once a month I would think in my mind that it gives me a whole month to eat what I want and not think about the scale. 

I’ve read so many views on how often to step on the scale.  I applaud those who can mindfully still lose weight without the temptation of the scale.  I’ve yet to get there.

The numbers the glare at me when my white size 8 Wide feet plop on the scale are deafening sometimes.  Unless I lose, then it’s a sigh of relief.

One mini goal I would love to have is too not let the scale numbers take over my life.  I can feel very bad if the scale goes up, even if I am following my routine to a “T”. 

Scale blues for sure…..

at least for me.

I gained 3 pounds this week!   I lost 3 pounds last week, guess this week they found me! hee hee

When I began this weight loss journey in February 2007 I committed myself to being very honest about my weigh ins.  I wasn’t going to skip a week because of TOM or if I had eaten bad.  I take the good with the bad.  No game playing or dodging the scale for me.

This weight loss journey in more than just losing weight. It’s helped me in numerous other ways.  My outlook is more positive, I feel I have a natural healthy glow about myself and my self esteem is getting better. 

Let me look over my week and see if I can detect why I might have gained those 3 pounds I lost last week. Well my exercise is completely cut in half.  My son will return to school September 3 and that’s when I can resume my normal daily exercises.  I drank over 1000 ounces of water, maybe that is too much for me!  I do not eat high sodium foods.  Oh, wait maybe it was the way too many handfuls of M&M’s! 

Anyway, I remain committed and honest and I march forward. 

It’s taken me 16+ months to lose 50 pounds.  Luckily, I am in no hurry, don’t have to go to a reunion or fit into a dress.  Slow and steady wins the race, so I’ve heard. 

And go back  up again!  The woes of the scale.  Guess I really need to gripe a bit. Hey, aren’t we all entitled to grumble once in a while??? 

So here goes:  The scale isn’t kind this week due to my considerable deduction of exercise.  While my son was in summer school I was walking daily, summer school ended last week, so this week no walking.  He has severe special needs and can’t be left alone. I’ve done supplemental exercising, but miss my walking terribly.  School doesn’t resume until September 3rd, so over two more weeks without a walk. 

I know this is just temporary, but alike so many people who are losing weight, they want to see the numbers on the scale go down….way down. 

I need to buck up and just deal with it! 

Now, I feel better, thanks for listening to me whine a bit.

must come down.  But, in my case, it stayed UP! 

Yeppers, 2 pounds up.  Why you ask?  Simple, TOM and bag of M&M’s. Or was it a couple bags. 

Unfortunately, in my case it won’t just disappear next week.  Seems like a lot of gals have the luck of losing the TOM gain the following week. Not me! Last time it took me a month to lose the TOM gain.

Sheesh!

I hate weighing myself weekly.  Yet, I have to because for some reason that is the only barometer I use to chart my success.  When I lose weight I LOVE the scale.  When I stay the same weight I feel indifferent, but when I gain….watch out!  I pout, shed a few tears and curl up in a ball never wanting to step on the scale again.  The scale never lies…so I have been told.  I need to recognize my successes in other ways besides weighing myself.  Easier said than done.