Proof that the scale is the devil

I’m not a daily wiegher, and I hope none of you out there are either. I used to be. I used to weigh in every single morning. The outcome of the rest of my day depended on what the scale said. It’s a stupid way to live. Thinking about that number every second of the day, having a good day if I lost weight, having a miserable day if I gained even an ounce. Yes I have issues.

Today reminded my why I don’t do that anymore. I’ve limited my craziness to one day a week. Yesterday I cheated because I was feeling great, and I wanted to confirm those feelings by checking the scale. Why did I do that? Who cares what the scale says if you are feeling good, right? My tummy feels flatter, my cheeks are going down (a tiny tiny bit) and my legs feel strong. I have definition on my legs I’ve never had before. So why did I feel the need to ask the scale if it was ok for me to feel good about my progress?

Today I had to weigh in again. I started a 20-day michi’s ladder challenge on FB and today is weigh in day. I jump on, expecting the same number as yesterday and I’ve lost a pound. All that head ache and heart ache from yesterday, for nothing. A pound might not seem like a lot, but I’m super stoked about it. I’ll be thin and fit someday, one pound at a time.

This is a side note, but I had to mention it. I am so proud of everyone doing the 20 day challenge! People are logging in and noting their food and exercise everyday. It’s been a great support system. Not everyone has weighed in yet, but so far everyone has been kicking ass!

Love and kisses,
Carina