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I had a pretty good week in terms of eating healthier and exercising. R and I ate three of our five Self Magazine meals. I walked five out of seven days, and three of those days I also biked.
I was only able to go to yoga once because I had to work the other night, but it feels really good to be back into going regularly. Moves are getting easier, and I feel better about myself after going. Plus it goes a long way toward reducing my stress, which I know is a huge factor in my health.
At yoga that one day, I did something revolutionary. Or rather, I didn't do something revolutionary. I started to weigh myself at one point, and then I stopped.
I know there are two schools of thought on scales and weight loss. One philosophy says, "The scale doesn't mean anything. Focus on how you feel. Focus on how your clothes fit." The other idea is, "Weigh yourself regularly so you can quickly tell whether you're making progress or need to make some changes."
The way my mind works is, if I weigh and I did lose weight, I feel fabulous, and I'm motivated to keep going. BUT, if I weigh and I didn't lose weight? I feel like crap. And if I have actually been doing a lot of the right things, and the scale doesn't show it? I decide that this eating right, exercising regularly nonsense doesn't work and isn't worth it, and let's just go get ice cream.
And the thing is, this past week or two? I KNOW I've done better. I know I've been more active. I know I'm getting stronger and more flexible. I know I have more energy, and I'm feeling better about myself. And I also knew that if I stepped on that scale and didn't like what it told me? I'd feel awful and want to quit.
So I saved myself the trouble and didn't weigh. And I don't think I'm going to for a while. Maybe when I reach the point where my clothes feel looser, and I know that number will be motivating, rather than potentially discouraging, I'll step on.
But for now, I'm just going to keep doing those things I know are making me feel better.
How about you? Never step on a scale? Weigh every day? Do you feel like it helps or hurts?
I consider writing blip-its about myself a form of torture, but can talk about my interests, plans, dreams, and ideas for hours. I'm 37 years old, hapily married and mother to one human child and two dogs. My life, career, and eating habits are ever-evolving. I would like to lose about 30+ pounds and still be able to enjoy food and life.
I'm 41 years old, single, and I live with two dogs and two cats. I'm experimenting with semi-vegetarianism and recently gave up diet soda. I work from home, hate sports, love junk food, and would like to lose about 50 pounds. And win the lottery.