Isn’t it?
I can be a Scrooge and a Grinch all the way up until about now and then it seems to kick in. The tree smells lovely. The gingerbread house adds to the festive nose-feast. The only thing playing on i-tunes is my Christmas music. OK – I’ve got the Spirit.
So how’s the eating going to go for the next few days? I’m not sure that’s the right question.
How am I going to feel about my body by New Year’s Day? That’s a slightly better question.
My weighing every day experiment may end up to be the best thing I’ve ever done from a maintenance perspective. It has completely obliterated (yes, that dramatic) my tendency to get off track and stay off track.
Last year at this time, I also had “a something” that required surgery. I also got worried that my weight loss was due to illness – just like this year. I also lost my appetite and decided to eat what I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t really dying. But it was entirely different because I stopped writing and I stopped weighing myself. I did all that stuff with no controls whatsoever.
This year I’m also not feeling great with an entirely different problem that will probably require surgery. I have experimented with the appetite thing. I’ve experimented with the quantity stuff. I’ve stopped journalling which means I’ve put away any expectations of losing weight until the new year.
But I’ve kept other controls – just by coming here and saying what’s on my mind and stepping on that digital slab once a day. And it seems to be working. This is what’s happened to my weight this month:
December 09
1-144.4 Canadian scales
2-144.2
3-145.6-after a day of pretty heavy eating. interesting.
4-145.6
5-148 Really? In 24 hours? Interesting……
6-144.4 after one normal healthy day – see why this was a good idea?
7-144.8
8-144.8
9-144.8
10-144.4
11-away
12-away
13-144
14-145
15-145
16-146
17-146
18 -forgot or didn’t want to – can’t remember
19-out of town
20-out of town
21-145.6
22-144 – is my scale broken or is it premenstrual madness?
I’ve always seen the scale as my nemesis – certainly not my friend – but now I’m seeing that the personification of a bathroom fixture just can’t be a good thing. This experiment has helped me to see them the same way I view my measuring cups. How can I be anything but emotionally neutral about measuring cups?
Wow. I’m heading into Christmas with the gift of scale neutrality. Bring on the turkey.
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