That's sooo funny! And really AWESOME, too! Let's be addicted to salad! I could handle that! In fact, I'm thinking about going back to the store today to pick up a couple more bags of it because they are only 99 cents each, but the sale ends today! I usually don't like to buy too many bags because they end up going bad, but I'm thinking I could polish off one a day at this rate! DAY THREE of 100% MWL
I woke up this morning really sore from my barbell strength class yesterday. It felt really good to work that hard, and the instructor is absolutely amazing! I wish she taught the one of Fridays! I expected the scale to be up because usually when I work out really hard and my muscles are sore, they store water. Happily, the scale was DOWN again today...only 0.2 pounds, but I was bracing myself for it to go up, so I was shocked!
A little bit about me and the scale: Like many chronic dieters, I've always had a love/hate relationship with the scale...very disfunctional. I loved it when it told me what I wanted to hear, and I hated it when it didn't. Not to mention, we were overly emeshed! I had no autonomy...I was completely controlled by it. If it gave me a good number, I had a good day and I liked myself that day...but if the number was bad...well that meant the day was ruined and the self loathing would begin. Or, if I was on track with food at the time, I would just be completely baffled by this fickle partner. Why on earth, when I was doing EVERYTHING right, didn't it love me? Why did it insist on LYING to my face and telling me hateful and untrue things like, "see, you can't win," "you have no control over yourself," "your body is messed up and incapable of losing weight." Terrible, hurtful things that would send me quickly running into the arms of my other lover...FOOD! Food was always there for me, waiting with open arms to console me and let me cry on it's shoulder.
Eventually, I would come crawling back to the scale, asking for forgiveness, hoping to make amends. But inevitably, I would wind up repeating the same dysfunctional patterns, subjecting myself to these two abusive lovers time and time again. Neither one was any good for me, but I continued to bounce between the two for years and years. At times, swearing to stay away from both..but that never lasted very long either.
This fall, I decided to try a new approach. I decided not to get emotionally involved with the scale or with food anymore! I would use them, and then disregard them. I resolved that they would have no power over me, and that I would record what the scale said, but not give it any more thought than that. I got a small calendar, weighed myself at the same time each day (morning), wrote it down, and got on with my life. Sometimes I would note other helpful information, like the start of my period, or if I was sick, or felt particularly sore from a workout, etc. At the end of a week, a month, or a couple of months, I could look at the numbers and see a pattern...like the one I noticed about gaining a little when I worked out really hard. Or the fact that if I lose a couple pounds in a short amount of time, I'll stay the same for a longer period, or even go up a little before I go down again.
I know there have been many threads about how to use the scale without going crazy, and I've read them all. But this is working for me. It was hard at the beginning, but I just had to remind myself NOT to care what it said. It was information, that's all. And I can finally say it really doesn't control me emotionally anymore. I am through with this unhealthy love tirangle! I am my own woman, and I make decisions based on truth! I like the feedback the scale gives me. Like, when I know I've been eating too much, it almost always tells me; and then I can make appropriate adjustments. And I have grown up enough to know that Food never really loved me for me...it would always turn on me in the end! Now, I look forward to weighing myself every day, and I don't base my day on what it says. I just look back at the facts, and then choose to move forward. Now I'm the one in control...Love 'em and leave 'em! That's my new motto!