Friday, April 20, 2012
Throughout all of my many many MANY weight loss attempts, one factor contributing to my failure remains constant- my scale. I get obsessed with it. Every stall, or worse, gain (gasp!), creates a feeling of failure, and as an emotional eater, guess where I turn. I stepped on the scale for the last time yesterday morning. I'm still at a 9 pound weight loss, which is frustrating, because although I haven't been sticking to the ridiculous 500 calorie daily limit, I am eating an average of about 1000-1200 calories per day, which should still be restrictive enough for me to continue losing. Whether I'm losing inches instead or just at a stall, that number is a daily reminder of how far I am away from being the healthy person I want to be. Instead of focusing on the number, from now on, I'm going to focus on my fitness and energy levels. I have been feeling much better since I've started eating cleaner, cutting carbs, and increased my calorie intake from the first week on the diet. Oh, and I did walk with the entire family yesterday afternoon and discovered that my near death experience on Tuesday must have resulted from the heat, because I did much better with the cooler temp and overcast sky. Anywho, I will weigh myself again at some point, but I will probably wait until I can feel a definite difference in my clothes, so whatever number pops up won't make or break my fitness plans.