So after a week that consisted of the Super Bowl, two snacky snow days, three restaurant dinners and a
partridge in a pear tree few too many salted caramels, I did not have high hopes for this Saturday’s weigh in. In fact, I started to play the maybe I won’t go to Weight Watchers game (that so many of us play when we have what we believe is a not so great week). I mean, heaven forbid my weigh in book show the results of a bad week and blemish my four pound loss from the week before with a big fat plus sign.
Isn’t it funny the mental games we play with ourselves–as if not weighing in would mean that I didn’t gain. I decided that rather than do what I’ve done in the past (not go or go and not weigh in) that I would step on the scale, own whatever it said, and move beyond the scale (do you like what I did there?).
So I went to my meeting, stepped on the scale, and was astonished to see that I lost .6 pounds. This was an undeserving loss, but I must admit that I was happy. As I sat down in my green seat, I reminded myself that this was a fluke and not something that I could count on every time I had a slip up. See, for me, this is important because it can lead to a slippery slope where I think that I can continuously behave this way and lose.
More importantly, it shows that the scale does not always give an accurate depiction of our week. There have been weeks where I remained in my point range, hit all of my exercise goals and had a significant gain. And then there have been weeks like the one I just discussed. So on my present journey, I am working on not allowing the fear of the scale to dictate my feeling of success for the week.
…Oh and, remind me of this when I’ve had a bad week 😉