What's with the scale?
[Note: This was originally scribbled onto a legal pad two days ago; I have since, miraculously, dropped back down the two pounds, but there are still lessons to be taken, I'm sure.]
This morning I clocked in at 112.6 lbs., two pounds heavier than I was at the end of last week.
Now, had I overindulged this weekend I would understand the uptick, but I was right on point. And I was only slightly less active than usual (I used Patrick's recovery from his wisdom tooth surgery as a good excuse to stay indoors when I wasn't exercising).
I'll try to write this off as normal fluctuation, but with an overall weight-loss goal of seven pounds, it's hard to see a two-pound gain as anything other than a step backward.
Out of this mild frustration, I'm going to make a few proclamations:
1. Amend my ww spreadsheet to include calories in addition to points. I've always resisted being a calorie-counter, but I've come to understand that what you don't know can hurt you. And whether we are truly in touch with this or not, humans are little energy machines. We need only as many calories as we use each day. I just want to tap into what those numbers are and be true to them.
2. Adjust my exercise to include weights. And I mean that when I go on my 70-minute walks, I'm gonna strap on my ankle weights, and maybe even carry little dumbbells. Yes. I'll be one of those women -- swinging my arms enthusiastically, and looking none too in touch with how corny I look.
3. I'm also thinking about creating a spreadsheet (or perhaps further adjusting my current spreadsheet) to include daily weigh-ins. This won't be in the name of obsession, but for the purpose of seeing any correlations between my weight and eating habits.
Put this all together and suddenly I'm someone I never expected to be: I am exceedingly interested in health and my weight without feeling burdened by it.
I had always associated this kind of attention to weight and food with an unhealthy obsession. That if I dared to cross the line into counting calories or pushing myself to the next level in my exercise, it would mean that I had lost control. And certainly it can go that way. This is just a different way. A more reasonable one. I kinda like it.
