I have a confession to make. I’m a chronic scale junkie. I weigh myself everyday, first thing in the morning right after I use the bathroom. Normally, it keeps me on track. I understand weight fluctuations, so seeing the scale fluctuate a few pounds here or there doesn’t really bother me normally. At least, when I’m good. When I’m other than good, I tend to forget the fact that I own one. See, if I don’t know the numbers I don’t have to be accountable.
I know my journey isn’t all about the numbers on the scale. I still need to take measurements – that is something I need to work on. Maybe a picture….but then again, I hate getting my picture taken because then I’d have visuals. But that’s the thing with shame. I feel such shame at how I look I don’t want any reminders.
Two years ago I was at the other end of this journey. I was steadily losing. I could shop anywhere for my clothes ~ not just the plus sections. I felt better. I exercised everyday. I made healthy choices and stuck to them. Now, most of my clothes don’t fit and I refuse to buy bigger sizes. (Maybe one day I’ll post on emotional eating – that’s my biggest downfall)
So this morning I weighed in. Down 2.2 pounds. Yay me!!! So I wrote it down in my Scale Journal and will talley up the average for my “official” weigh in next Monday.
Today I’m just living for today and the choices I make within these 24 hours. Can I fit in a walk? Can I drink more water than I did yesterday? Can I prep my food tonight so I don’t have to rush to do it in the morning? Sure I can – the question is what will I choose to do for me today?