Does anybody else do this? Work hard and eat salads and weigh in and weigh in and weigh in and nothing, no change? Then, almost literally overnight, a weight loss? Cool, huh?
It happens to me several times. At first, it’s frustrating at first not to see a change. But then the nice drop is gratifying and comes just when I’m about to get disgusted and throw in the towel.
Incidentally, this works the same in reverse; I eat whatever I want for a while, overindulge and hey – check me out – doesn’t show up on
the scale. I’m all, “Woo hoo! Suckah!” until like the next day, when something like four pounds show up.
When I started the weight loss regime in the summer, I decided Monday was Weigh In Day. I didn’t want to weigh every day, just because – too much time obsessing over the numbers, too little results. Weekly is better for me. Friday was my first thought for weigh in day but I know me; if on Friday morning I didn’t see the results I’d hoped for, there I’d have my excuse to eat to insanity all weekend. Ergo, Monday for Weigh In Day. It helps keep me honest over the weekend.
Last Monday when I weighed in, I had lost about a pound. Maybe.
My scale is a cheap one from Fred’s. It denotes the twenties – 140, 160, 180. It has slightly thicker black lines to mark the tens – 130, 150, 170. Tiny lines mark the five pound increments. If I move while standing on the scale, the pointer moves so I try to stay still and not even breathe very hard lest the little pointer move in the wrong direction.
Yesterday when I weighed in, no change. Maintaining is better than gaining, for sure. I’ll take that.
Odd, though, my clothes seem to be fitting more loosely. Yesterday at lunch a friend told me I was looking thin. She was being kind, as I’m
a long way from thin but still, I’ll take that compliment any day.
Odder still, that compliment has provided an awful lot of will power. Last night, after meeting the ex husband’s girlfriend to get my son
who’d spent the weekend with his dad (modern families!) it was well after seven when we got home and I was hungry and feeling a bit
overwhelmed at what all I need to do between now and lunch time Thursday and I really wanted to gorge on something. Instead, I ate a
half a turkey sandwich and the exact serving allotment of chips. I kept hearing that “thin” remark in my mind. It helped.
I’m not optimistic or unrealistic enough to hope for a loss come next Monday, a scant four days after Thanksgiving. Maintaining will be welcome. The next week, though…I hope for a loss of some. Of course, I guess, one must leave the computer or the book or the TV and get up exercise for that to happen.
My original point was (sorry for rambling): what’s your weigh in routine? Do you have one? Why?