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So... I might have mentioned before... I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice or even three times a day. It's a sickness. I'm even aware of it. But it's something that I always feel compelled to do. It's been driving me crazy here lately. I usually do it to measure my progress, and see if I might need to change things.
Here's the thing though... I have been in the 160's since July. I'm not really sure what's up with that, but I stalled out, and then it took forever for the scale to slowly move down... then up... then down... grrrr.... so frustrating!
And the thing about the scale that's killing me? I think when I see that I've been stalled for a few days, I just get frustrated and cheat on my diet (i.e. I eat a massive amount of carbs). Then I gain a few pounds of water weight, and then I drop down again... and the cycle starts again.
Why am I telling you this?? Because Laura, one of my bestest best friends, instigated a challenge this month. No scale. None. Hide it, get rid of it, loan it to a friend... but absolutely no weighing til January 1st.
I'm seriously freaking the fuck out.
But I will do this. Why? Because I'm becoming way too obsessed with this number that is only one small definition of who I am. So. Here is my weight, and measurements, and then I'm done until the first of January. I can do this. That little machine has no power over me.
Thighs: Right- 20.25 Left- 20.25
Alright. So this is what I have going on right now. So far, since I started measuring, I have lost 22.25 inches off my total body. That's pretty freaking impressive. I never thought I would be at this point. Hell, I never thought I would try and stay with a diet this long. Figured I would be back to being fat and unhappy and trying to think up a New Year's Resolution I might stick with. Well, dammit, I stuck with this one.
Now I'm going to hide my scale. Are you brave enough to do the same?