We discussed this in group this week. I confessed to my consultant that because this past couple of months I’ve been plateauing, cheating a bit, eating out with my OH and not sticking 100% to plan, i’ve reverted to weighing myself every day in a desperate bid to ‘not put too much on’.
I know that I shouldn’t, and I KNOW that it’s not good for me, but for me it kind of gives me a little bit of control, albeit slightly obsessed control, over my weight management.
She told me categorically to put my scales away and touch them no more, to only weigh on the assigned day, daily weighing gives false readings as your body fluctuates throughout the week and it’s not good for me to obsess, and she’s right, as per usual. However, I can’t stop doing it at the moment, particularly since we have gotten into the habit of eating out at least once a week.
I also didn’t think it would upset me, until today. I have been really obsessed with getting below the weight I was last Christmas in time for this Christmas so I can start the new year with a new slate. I am at the moment, at last weigh in, hovering at 1lb above that. I did lose a pound last week, despite eating out three times, I made sensible choices and that’s as much as anyone can do when they eat out, especially when OH orders sticky toffee pudding and I want it, but I feel like i’m banging my head against a brick wall at the moment. For every two steps forward I take, I take one step back and I can’t seem to break the cycle.
This morning I weighed myself and it said I had gained 2lbs. I was gutted, absolutely gutted and got really really upset. I feel really bloated and unhappy, whereas just Wednesday I felt really good even though I only lost a pound, I felt as though I’d lost inches. A pair of jeans that were too tight still last week finally fastened comfortably and I was all self-congratulatory and vowed to continue my reign of Being Awesome, but sadly, now it feels like it didn’t quite turn out that way.
So I am once again reverting to new tricks, trying to tell myself that being bloated means you’re full of air (and you know how much AIR weighs, right…?). A green tea detox is on the cards and I am doing the old switcheroo with my Healthy Extras. For instance, dried apricots. Dried apricots are awesome, I made a lamb tagine last week with them and I synned them but it was niggling me that you CAN have certain dried fruits as a HEb. I checked and lo and behold… 1 HEb is 142g. Yerrrrs! So I have had that today with a raspberry Activia one-pot (my new favourite), and the green tea seems to be working (lost 1lb since this morning – don’t shout Shirl!!).
I do need to wean myself off the scales though, I know I do. Maybe i’ll go for the every other day home weigh, then see if I can gradually stop altogether.
A girl in our class said that she weighs herself every day too, and it stops her from eating too much of the bad stuff, her obsession with it actually curbs her willingness to eat off-plan. She knows about body fluctuations, she knows that it’s not really an accurate reading, but she’ll do it to ensure she doesn’t hop into the nearest chocolate cake, which is pretty much exactly how I feel about it. And it’s also how I managed to regain a stone and a half this year. NOT weighing was detrimental to me, but once I got obsessed with getting the weight off and keeping it off again, it started coming off.
What do you guys think? Any mid-week weighers out there? How do you think about it and what do you do to stop yourself doing it? Tips welcomed!
