I’m obsessed with the scale. I know it’s against what you’re supposed to do, but I weigh daily–often several times a day. I weight at home, weight at work, weigh at the gym, and weigh at weight watchers. I know the scales like the clocks in my home. This one is about 1 pound heavy, that one is 1/2 pound light.
It is easy for me to get frustrated when the scale is not moving in the direction I want it to. Especially when I’ve done well with my food and exercise. PMS, salty foods, exercise…there are lots of reasons for my weight to fluctuate. Usually, in a day or two, my body is able to work through it and my weight is back down to where I feel I should be. But I spend that time obsessing about my lack of weight loss progress and worrying about the possibility of hitting another dreaded plateau.
The meeting forced me to stop and think about the non-scale proof I have that my weight loss efforts are working. I had lots of victories to celebrate. Not being out of breath when I got to the top of the stairs at work. Being able to swim for an hour, doing 100 squats and crunches a day…
But as soon as I walked out of that meeting, my mindset flipped right back to it’s natural negative ways.
“I feel frumpy.” Nothing fits.
There are worse problems to have, I realize this, but I’m at the point that I’m struggling to find anything to wear. I don’t want to spend a lot of money on clothing I don’t plan to fit into in a few months.
My yoga pants look like MC Hammer pants.
I’ve been needing new bras about every 2 months. I’ve lost seven sad inches off my bust. “By by ‘girls.’ You were so fun while you lasted.” :(
And swimming suits–they’re so expensive. (Try finding a plus size/long torso suit on the clearance rack. They don’t exist.) I was on a mission to hold off buying one as long as possible. I broke down and bought one last month after I accidentally flashed a guy in the pool when my shoulder strap slipped off. I decided it was better to part with the buck instead of giving people a reason to tuck a buck.
I bought myself a fake $9 Walmart wedding ring. My wedding ring is too big and I don’t want to get it resized until I’m at my goal weight.
I wore my SPANX tights under a dress to work on Friday. I had to make several trips to the bathroom to hike them back up so I didn’t look like the church lady with the saggy wrinkly ankles and knees.
Mindset Flip from Pity Party to Celebration
It didn’t hit me until I was peeling off my tights, while changing into my comfy clothes Friday night. MY SPANX ARE FALLING DOWN!
That mighty elasticized miracle garment designed to hold me in and make me look smaller is too big. I used to break out into a sweat, jumping around the bedroom trying to wiggle them on. Now I can’t keep them on. Isn’t that special?!
Talk about a non scale victory!
I think this one deserves a victory dance…don’t you?