The one thing I hate about weight loss is the scales. I made myself crazy this past month weighing myself almost daily. I have a tendency to do that, make myself crazy over what he scale says.
For about a month, I lost nothing. I went up a pound or two. I went down a pound or two. Mostly, though, I stayed the same. I hovered around 186 and it made me nuts. I weighed myself every day almost and would become upset because I just was not losing.
So, I stopped weighing myself every day.
Now I am starting to lose some weight again. I have dropped 5 pounds in the past two weeks. I also decided to just weigh myself once a week or so instead of every day.
Intellectually I know that everyone’s weight loss hits a plateau every now and again. I know this. Still, when it happens, it is easy to get discouraged and give up. Of course, I have a built-in “cannot give up button” because of the surgery. I mean, I guess I could totally blow it and stretch out my stomach by continually overeating the wrong kinds of food, but that would be counter productive, not to mention a colossal waste of money and time.
So, back to weighing myself once a week. Back to losing weight again until the next plateau. Hopefully my next plateau won’t last a month, but at least I will only have four days of disappointment and stress instead of 30. We shall see.