Carrie wrote:I'm thinking that doing it every day might just make things more difficult mind-game wise by reinforcing the idea of immediacy....
Carrie, that's exactly what I've been thinking. So far I have been surprising myself by not putting too much stock in the numbers, but I am on the lookout for that becoming a dangerous behavior. I am so undecided about it, though. On the one hand, if I see a gain one day I MIGHT go off the deep end, whereas weighing only once a week I would hopefully be more likely to see a bigger loss each week and stay motivated. On the other hand, suppose I weigh in on Sunday and that turns out to be the one day I'm up, when all the other days I was down? I can see myself getting really discouraged about that.
So part of me thinks I should put away the scale because in the past it's been a problem for me - but part of me thinks weighing every day is showing me that it's normal for weight to fluctuate and it's the overall pattern of downward movement that is important.
Every so often this comes up for me and I try to make it an issue before it really is one, to be proactive. But I suppose I will just see what each day brings and react accordingly. Maybe in the future if I am stalled or on a plateau I will put away the scale for a while and keep my focus on compliance, but as long as I am seeing good numbers and feeling strong on plan then I should leave well enough alone.
Late night tonight again - I've been trying to do so well about getting to bed early, but I always find something (meaningless) to do instead. It's like I hate to surrender the day, like I think there's something more I could do - but there never is. Or rather, there is, but I don't really want to do what I need to do so I end up wasting time and being too tired the next day to do what needs to be done. Plus this is the week of my 1st grade musical at work and I'm stressed that we're going to have a snow day and have to cancel it. The show is going to be great, and the kids are ready - but the weather could blow us out of the water and I really, really don't want to have to reschedule it for after vacation. I want it to be over already! And I'm sure the kids do, too - they're enjoying it but they've been rehearsing for almost two months and I know they'd like to kick back and do something else in music class for a change!
Anyway - another day of compliance - another cookie issue - it was someone's birthday at school and the kids brought me a cookie. I took one to be polite but I of course couldn't eat it, and no one else wanted it. It sat on my desk almost all day and I hated to waste it (the thought even entered my mind that it was 'just one little cookie') but into the trash it went. And I didn't feel as hungry today, and really didn't need a snack, but I put some crackers in my beef stew (MF of course!). It tasted just wonderful - I put tons of pepper on the stew and it reminds me of my dad's recipe - but I said a while back I didn't want to have a snack every day, and so far I have been. Sometimes it's really due to feeling hungry, but more often than not it's just because I can. I know that's an attitude I need to fix. The soy crisps and crackers just seem like such a treat, and it feels like a safe indulgence. I haven't been tempted to rip open every package and eat them all at once - I've been satisfied with the amount in one bag, and that's progress. Even my absolute favorite chocolate mint bars have not derailed me in any way, and usually that's happened by now with anything remotely dessert-ish.
My mother and sister have commented in the last two days on my loss being noticeable. I still don't see anything - but I feel things, and my clothes are fitting better. I'm unofficially waiting for 30# gone to take pictures again. I'm looking forward to doing that this time, unlike my 'before' set which are hideous. Maybe I'll ditch the glasses and wear something nicer. Don't count on makeup, though - that only happens once in a blue moon.
Oh - for the last three or four visits here I've been meaning to say this - I realized the other night that since I've been compliant, I have not bitten my nails once. I looked down at them and realized they actually had some white on the tips, so I polished them up and have been retouching them every day. I like looking at them - like another badge of change. It's always been sad to me that because I play piano, I can't have those long gorgeous nails. But I'm not playing a lot lately except at church, so I'm going to see how long they can go before it's a problem. They're tapping on the keyboard keys a little as I type so it may not be much longer - but I'd really like enough length to do a French manicure. I've always wanted one of those, for real, on my own nails, not plastic ones from Wal-mart. Something about nice nails makes me feel thin and sexy. Strange, but true.