Thursday, April 10, 2014
I used to have the same scale perspective that everyone else did. The bathroom scales could make or break my day. I had my whole ego/self esteem/self-hate wrapped up in a stupid piece of machinery.
I don't know what happened this time, but all of that changed. When I started SP in August of 2012 (my third go-round), I started looking at the scale as just another tool.
In fact, I became rather scale obsessed, yet I didn't even REALLY look at the numbers! At any given time, I could not tell you how much I weighed or how much I lost, yet I weighed at LEAST once per day. You see, I was looking for trends. I was watching to see how my body handled different foods. I was using it as a tool for experimentation, just as a scientist weighs and measures.
I discovered that eating popcorn causes a temporary weight gain of 2#. Chinese food is good for *at least* 3-4#. I only counted my 'official' 5% weigh in on Saturdays as my weight. And even that is temporal....I didn't focus and didn't even remember it.
Fast forward to maintenance. I weigh in daily as a matter of maintenance and watch the numbers with fascination. The fluctuation can be amazing, but I also am able to control my weight better because I know whether or not it is water or fat.
Some of it is fat. I am now working on another 4# to lose before vacation for the month of May. Can I do it? You betcha! I have lost... (hold on while I go check my last Daisy weigh in...) 2.8# since the Spring 5% challenge began 5 days ago. 4# in 3 weeks. Should be reachable, though if it isn't it does not destroy my life. The number on the scale is just that...a number. It does not define me, it indicates the gravitational pull on my body at a specific moment in time.