I’m having a day of reckoning.
It started like this:
I got on the scale for the first time in a long time.
I looked at the number.
I blinked a few times.
I got off and back on.
I got off and made sure that the little line matched up exactly with the zero.
I got back on.
I sucked in my stomach.
I looked at the number.
And counted every little line past the number I didn’t think I was even close to weighing.
I got off and made sure the zero was still lined up correctly.
It was.
I got back on.
Same number.
I looked up into the mirror.
I looked myself straight in the eye.
I considered jumping off the roof.
Or screaming like a two-year-old.
Or beating the scale to smithereens with Christian’s new baseball bat.
But instead I shrugged my shoulders.
It’s really just simple math.
I’ve been taking in more than I’ve been burning off.
Damn cheesecake.
I looked down and studied the number one more time.
I stepped off.
Then back on one more time.
Then off again.
I put the scale away.
I ate a small breakfast.
And wrote down the points for it.
Ugh. I’m right there with you. I hate writing down the points. I hate exercising. I hate being too heavy more, though.
Yeah. Me too.
It’s no fun being over 30 with a metabolism that is slowly inching downwards.
SUCK! I can’t tell you how many times this has played out in my bathroom too.
oh, how many times have i done this exact same thing: get on, get off, get on, get off. i hate those days.
why do we have to constantly work at it?? it should come easy. like the eating part which is so so very easy.
I feel ya. I just spent a week in a bikini and let me tell you, it was only as bearable as it was because I have been counting points for the last few months. Still more counting to go, but you know, once you see the progress, you feel like you can hang in there.
Let me first state that you looked FANTASTIC when I saw you just four days ago so I think your scale might be broken.
Then I will confess that I have been avoiding my scale for this very reason. We are not on speaking terms at all because of this very issue.
start loading up on beef jerkey, green beans and celery- it works.
see, THAT is why i don’t weigh myself!
Crap…I need a serious day of reckoning too. It basically sucks.
That is me right now too. Darn swim suit season!
See, My problem is that I head straight to the kitchen and bake when my number gets bigger. Then I write down the points for 17 cookies and try really hard tomorrow.
Good luck!