Still, my scale is a mean and miserable bitch. Up and down and up and down. It's absurd. I've been biking and skiing for 60 minutes 5-6 days a week!!! I've been counting calories and am not over or under-indulging. I look better. Heck, I even have my monthly visitor and am not nearly as bloated as I usually get and not nearly as weepy...though, side note: soy does really mess with your hormones. Helloooo, rice milk!
My friends Theresa and Bridgette have both inspired me to send the scale packing for a few weeks. Bridgette doesn't even own one - can you imagine?!?!?! I don't think I can go THAT far for at least a hundred pounds.
Still, the idea of focusing on feeling good and doing good is far more important than the numbers right now. But, like my last few posts have clearly proven - my subconscious is a major and moody player in this fight. So, I have to figure out a plan that can stick a pin in that part of my mind that's completed fixated on the numbers.As of today, I vow to take a two week fast from weighing myself. It might sound crazy, but it's going to be hard!!! We have two scales in the house plus a Wii Fit. Shit, I can't use my Wii Fit. Eh, it's my cop-out workout anyway. Guess it's all for the best.
Wish me luck! And damn it, I had better see some movement on April 1st! Ugh. April Fools Day. Geez. Do I know how to time my mind-f**ks or what?
