Dan hid my scale

Remember how I confessed a few weeks ago that I was taking a break from my scale? Yeah, that lasted about 2 days. I think I have developed a very very very unhealthy obsession with my scale. I will weigh myself only once a day but once a day is still WAY too much and I know that. I think I got in that habit when my weight started fluctuating so much so I could try to make sense of it and look at what kinds of foods might have contributed to a 4-5 pound weight gain overnight.

Well I am doing well on my new program. I can't really say I have a lost a significant amount of weight but I did fit into my dress I made for our engagement photos which tells me something is going right because this time last year I couldn't even get my arms through the sleeves. I will elaborate on my program a little more in August when I make a comeback but I am feeling good about what I'm doing.

So about the scale. It still goes up and down everyday. It still makes me want to throw it into the mirror or flush it down the toilet. I still get sick to my stomach when I see that I gain 5 pounds after a 9 hour hike. (maybe lactic acid weighs a lot?) BUT I had a moment the other day that was loud and clear. The moment told me to STOP BEING PSYCHO.

I told Dan I could weigh on Monday and then I wanted him to get rid of the scales...not throw them away, but take them to a deep dark corner where I couldn't find them (I have 2, random, I know) and then give them back to me in one month. I honestly felt like an addict because I went hunting for a scale in the women's locker room after yoga. All I can say is that behavior like that is out of control and I'm glad I'm taking steps to scale back this crazy lady behavior.

Just thought I'd post a picture of the dress that fits again.