This morning, I weighed in a 175.4, another one lb. down. And I should be happy with that, but I let a little metal scale get the best of me this week.
Early in the week, I weighed, and I was up two lbs. And it messed with me. Took me off my game. Distracted me.
Luckily, I wasn’t so discouraged that I threw in the towel, drove to Five Guys or skip any workouts. But why do I let those numbers get to me? And why, WHY am I so enticed by stepping on the scales?
My brain tells me that my weight could be up for many, many reasons; here are just five:
- You were thirsty! Downing 16 ounces of any fluid can cause an immediate “gain” of 1 pound.
- You’re backed up. Constipation can tilt the scale by as much as 2 pounds if it’s been more than a couple of days since your bowels did their thing.
- You’re going on vacation. To Thailand. The changes in air pressure can make you retain water on flights longer than 4 hours, which can show up as an extra 1 to 3 pounds on the scale.
- You ate the Chicken Kung Pao. Have a salty dinner and you could wake up 2 to 3 pounds heavier — your body retains water to dilute all that sodium.
- Aunt Flo’s on her way. Hormone fluctuations in the 3 days leading up to your period can make you retain up to 5 pounds of water.
But emotionally, I wonder what in the world?! I’m eating as well as I am, working out every day – what else can I do?! Then I start obsessing. And I don’t want to be that way!
This week, I am again giving up the scales. I will only weigh again on Wednesday. And this isn’t because Traci told me not to weigh – although Traci told me not to weigh – but because I am a strong, reasonable woman who has lost 53 lbs. and become a much healthier person, and I’ll be darned if a stupid thing like a scale is going to slow me down!