So most of us know what we should pick one day a week as our weigh in day. I only track my weight once a week, however, I am one of those people that wakes up everyday and goes straight to the scale. While that worked fine for me at 150 pounds, it’s proving to be an awful idea at 250. I know I’m not the only woman who can gain a pound simply by looking at a cookie. I know I am not the only one who can jump 2 pounds because I drank one less glass of water. I have stayed within my Weight Watchers point range with laser focus since last Tuesday. I have not gone over or under by 1 point in a week and a half.
Those first few days back on program the battery in my scale was dead. I weighed in for the first time at my in-law’s on a Tuesday and didn’t get batteries for my scale until Sunday. I was so excited when I stepped on the scale on Monday morning and found I was down over 8 pounds! Of course when I woke up on Tuesday I had to weigh as well. That morning I was down 2 more pounds for a total of 10. Then came Wednesday, my actual weigh in day. I was down only 8 pounds. Wait… why did I say only? I WAS DOWN 8 POUNDS!! But instead of being excited, as I should have been, I was disappointed and wondering what in the world caused me to be up 2 pounds from the day before.
So what did I do this morning? Of course I ran back downstairs and hopped on the scale thinking surely yesterday’s weigh in was a fluke. It must have been too much sodium or something, right? Wrong! It was up another .8 pounds! I mean, in the grand scheme, what is .8 pounds? But when you are laser focused and doing everything right, weighing and measuring, counting every bite; that .8 pounds is extremely frustrating and has caused me to spend my whole morning on a dangerous train of thought.
What if the fluke was those 8 pounds I lost not the couple that came back? What if it keeps going up when I’m continuing to do everything right? Why aren’t I eating the really yummy stuff if I’m just going to gain anyway? What if? What if? What if? I can feel that familiar doubt and frustration setting in. The doubt and frustration that has given me an excuse to throw in the towel and give up after not really ever trying in the first place.
If I wasn’t weighing everyday, I wouldn’t have any idea about the 8 pounds that a day before were 10, I wouldn’t know about the .8, I would just be excited to be seeing results and working towards the next week. When I stepped on the scale on my weigh in day I would only have to face 1 victory or defeat, instead of maybe 1 victory and 6 defeats. I could be up everyday between now and Wednesday, but by Wednesday be down.
So you know what I’m going to do tomorrow morning? Well, let’s be honest, I’m probably going to rush down to the scale… and then maybe I’ll have my husband hide it on me until Wednesday morning.