i stepped on the scale this morning to sneak a little peek and saw 161. down .6 pounds since monday and am kind of disappointed.
and that’s why the scale is my friend and my enemy. it helps affirm or confirm when i’m doing well or not so well, but it’s also become my fixation during this weight loss journey. i should be happy (and part of me is) that i’ve lost weight instead of gaining. i should be proud of myself for running the shamrock shuffle in under an hour. and i should be excited that i’m wearing my new size 10 skinny jeans and one cup smaller bra today and that they fit rather comfortably (i don’t feel like a sausage!). but for whatever reason, i’m letting this little white scale tell me how i should feel, and that’s just plain silly. especially since this unhealthy fixation is one of the triggers for me binging, which is even sillier with all its self-destruction.
so i think i’m going to take a break again from the scale. and hopefully not give in to binging or overeating. a coupla of my friends are coming into town this weekend, and i’m hoping to still make healthy choices while they’re here.
keep me on track, tumblrs? =]
