I was recently challenged by a friend to throw away my bathroom scale and stop worrying about the pounds so much. Focus on the health and inches and how clothes fit, not on what the unreliable scale says.
I am sure there is something to this, but my scale and I have become so close over the years. Stepping onto that thing is an integral part of my morning routine. Almost as important as my coffee. Every morning while I wait for the shower to heat up I step onto the scale and take note of my weight. There have been periods where I have watched the numbers go steadily down, when I was eating well and getting some exercise. There's also been periods when I've watched the numbers go slowly but surely upwards. I've now peaked at about the same weight I was when I delivered Little Boo. I've been stable here for quite a few months now, and I'm not real happy with that.
But although my weight has been stable, the distribution has not. I'm truly not sure what happened, but about a month ago my tummy moved from a fairly round, somewhat (unfortunately) pregnant looking belly, to a more flabby one, with love handles. Not digging those oh-so-attractive flabby bits, but it is better than the preggers look. I can now wear a couple of tops again that were off-limits for a while. (Has anyone else experienced this weirdness?)
I know I can't go cold turkey and throw out my scale. I am going to try to wean myself off this habit though. I stepped on this morning and noted that I gained nothing over the holidays (being sick really helps!) I'm going to try to stay off until after hubs gets home from BC, in early February. I figure, if he is away for 3 weeks, I can really make an effort to improve my eating habits - I have only myself to worry about. If I don't need to be concerned over whether or not he will eat the meal I am preparing, then I hope I can stick to more healthy choices. I think Little Boo will stick with me on this. Or he will eat a lot of pasta. One or the other.
I also got Wii Fit for Christmas, and while I know that is not a true substitute for a real fitness routine, it is a start. And if I am home alone after Little Boo goes to bed, I should be able to spend some time on it un-selfconsciously.
If all goes as I hope, then I may be able to fit back into a favourite pair of black pants by the time hubs returns.
And then I know I'll have to hop back on the scale and see what the numbers tell me ...