No idea – January 20th something

I’ve decided I’m going to give up weighing myself everyday.  I’ve been using the scales everyday for the past 2 years, as a way to not so much monitor my weight, but to inform my daily food choices.  If you’ve been with me before, I’m pretty sure I whined about this at least half a dozen times since 2020, or was it 2019 – oh I don’t know I’ve lost some years recently……

I admit, when I weighed myself daily some years ago, I did become a little too obsessed with it, and it was a lot more to do with my weight than anything else.  At the time I didn’t think about how the numbers could inform my daily choices.  I’m pretty sure I wasn’t losing any weight then either so it was all very frustrating.  In fact I know I wasn’t losing any weight, and just felt miserable and pathetic, and all that.

Recent times – my attitude towards the scales has been much more relaxed.  I’m not as obsessed with the numbers per se, and I can definitely take a break from weigh-ins and not stress about it, when I’m holidays or when quite frankly I can’t be bothered.  My daily dalliance with the scales, has been helping me make choices of what to eat each day.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s never been a case of denying myself food or starving myself – not a chance in hell – I love my biscuits way too much for that.   But depending on whether those numbers went up or down – would be a choice between salad or soup, steak or chicken, biscuit or doughnut, butter with bread or butter without bread (no, not a typo, I do mean butter)  Silly things like that – and in my case it worked – it’s enabled me to maintain my new weight for nearly a year now or is it over a year.  Apart from few glitches here and then, but we recovered. You’ve seen we recovered – I have a blog entry to prove that….

However, I thought that perhaps I could try to reduce my scales dates, to just once a week.  Perhaps, just perhaps I am more addicted to the weigh-ins that I realise and this would be a good way to test the theory.  My worry is, though that if I don’t pay attention to the numbers on daily basis, I’ll end up back where I started – looking like a baby hippo once again.  I know for a fact that it was partially because I avoided weighing myself for years, which allowed my weight to balloon stupid.  I didn’t know what I weighed, I pretended it wasn’t a big deal or a big number, even though the sizes of my clothes clearly told me otherwise.  And then, I’m still trying to clear out my fridge and cubpard of Christmas food too, so those numbers could do all sorts of things.

Well I will try.  If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.  Each to their own.

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Update, –  I lasted about 2 days, and I was back on the scales.  I have to admit, I think it might be an addiction.  It doesn’t help that I’ve gained a couple of pounds in last few days – not over Christmas – oh no!!! No!! I gained it after Christmas.  Bloody typical.  

So for the moment, I’m back having a daily date with the numbers, again – but I hope to only do it, just until I get my food and exercise back in order, and the numbers go back down by around 3/4lb.

Disclaimer: my relationship with the scales is my own, and nobody else’s. Whilst I admit there is a level of addiction – driven by fear – equally for me those dates are helping to maintain weight, not lose it drastically or put it on equally drastically. And equally I know that if I really put my mind to it, I would step away from the little glass buggers, probably hide them in the attic or something. Thus, if you’re using this little diary as a recommendation or guide or anything of that sort on how to deal with scales, weigh-ins or some such thing – don’t. It might not be for you. To paraphrase – this is my boyfriend, not yours, get your own.