True Story….As I’m getting back into my regular training routine again, I’m trying to clean up my diet and lose some weight. I had been eating pretty well all week and feeling good about how things were going. On Wed morning I got up, and like I do every morning, I weighed myself. Down 2 Pounds! Fist pump, high five to myself, all smiles! YES! Finally…progress. It’s not a lot of weight, but it’s something.
I eat well all day Wed and after a tough swim workout I eat a salad from Panera and “reward” myself with a Coke….it’s not a great idea, I realize this, but it’s just one Coke. It’s not the worst thing I can do.This morning, I wake up. I’m feeling good…let’s see what my friend the scale has to say this morning. What’s that?? It says something like “Hey stupid, you can’t drink coke, even if it’s just one and expect to lose weight. So guess what, remember those 2 pounds you lost, I’m taking them back!”
So what do I do in return – I yell to my friend the scale “Screw you and your stupid number, I’m going to get donuts for breakfast…how do you like that?”
“Well step on here tomorrow and I’ll show you how I like that” it replies.How dare it? So, I did what I had to do. I got in my car and went for donuts. I am honestly not even a huge donut fan, but somehow it just felt right. It was my way of telling the scale I didn’t care what it had to say. Boy I really showed it….
The entire time I’m enjoying my donuts (yes plural) I am thinking to myself – why am I doing this? What is wrong with me? Why can’t I just be normal? Why does eating healthy have to be so hard? It’s the scale, the scale made me do it…it just pushed me too far this time.
|No I did not eat a dozen...I haven't gone completely insane|
How is it I can put together a training plan and follow it like a champ, but when it comes to something simple like just eating the right things, I can’t do it to save my life. I’m so frustrated with myself right now I could scream.
I know for one, I probably shouldn’t weigh myself every day. I’ve been told this a million times, but I love the check in – the validation when the number is going the right way, but man when it doesn’t I self-implode.Ok, well now you know more about me and my crazy than you probably really cared to…..but am I alone in this or do others out there share my problems….help J