My personal mantras as of now, thought I’d share:
- You’re not hungry, you’re thirsty.
- You’re not hungry, you’re bored.
- I want those carbs! Eat a protein.
- I want those sweets! Drink a protein shake or eat a Popsicle.
- I want a nap! Go run 3 miles.
- Get on the scale! Fuck the scale.
Seriously I am placing post-it notes with these everywhere so I can see them!
At least, that’s what I said this morning when I jumped on the scale! 7 lbs?! In one day?! Is that even possible? I mean I’ve dropped 3 lbs a day for 4 consecutive days before (post surgery)… I’ve been holding steady at 198 for several days…. But 7lbs?!
Through the moon! Let me tell you I was one happy chick running around my house-singing, dancing, la-la-la-la-laaaaaaaa!
My husband called me about 20 minutes into my reverie to inform me that our scale must be broken as he could not have lost 6 lbs over-night.
*rip heart out HERE*
Now me, I could have believed that was maybe, albeit rare, a possibility because of the surgery. But him-and both of us at the same time?
Needless to say I’ll be making a trek back to Kohl’s very soon to switch that puppy out! Makes me wonder though- how long has it been broke? What do I really weigh? Am I truly in one-derland? What if Im actually further along than I thought and have caused myself a lot of unecessary anxt because of a broken scale?
Which brings me to the point to myself. One that’s been driven home to me by so many of you time and again over the last couple of months…Time to stop relying so heavily on the scale. It could very well have been lying to me all of this time. Maybe not, but that’s really not the issue. So I’m not going to go out and replace this scale tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe during Black Friday shopping. Or maybe this weekend…
Can I really turn it into “un-holy scale”? That will be the test….