I threw my scale away . . .
ok, not literally because it is an expensive scale. But I did put it in the top of my closet with a couple of heavy boxes on top of it. I am one of those people who weigh every day, even multiple times a day and I was driving myself batty after a year and a half. I haven't seen the scale move in four months except up and down the same five pounds. So I hired a personal trainer and he suggested that I quit weighing myself for a while. So, upon his advice I am using my clothes as a measuring tool. So far everything is the same, but I do think I might finally be losing inches again. I've had to step up my cardio too. But hopefully it will all be worth it and I can finally bust out of the 200s. I'm hoping . . .
Cala Lily, You are doing great! I've lost 115 since WLS 12/2004. I am learning to stay away from the scales too. 21 pounds more and I will be under 200 and so that is my next big goal. I try to look at each day as eating and doing whatever is necesssary to be healthy and feeling good in and about this body. I recently bought the book Before and After and it has really helped me alot to add flavor to my cooking without adding fat and carbs. I see that you have a young child. I wish I could have had this surgery done when I was your age. My son is 19 and he missed out on alot of things I wish I could have done with him while he was growing up. To take courage and have this surgery is a better choice than wringing your hands and wishing we could lose weight and struggling with the same old diet debate that probably did more harm to us than good. God bless you, Carol
Cala Lily,
I'm going to repost my last journal entry here for you.... Girlfriend, we are on the same page and hopefully you can laugh about this....
Last week was kind of a blue week for me. I've been on a plateau for nearly 4 months, found out my thyroid was low and redid my meds for that and learned my B-12 was also very low and have been getting daily shots. Finally I KNEW why my metabolism had been so sluggish, right? That would mean maybe I could get off of this %*$ plateau. So after being on the meds for nearly 2 weeks I decided to weigh.
You probably guessed what that devil of a scale said.....I had gained 4 lbs. It truely destroyed the LAST GOOD NERVE in my body and I kind of snapped. I took the scale out back (I live in the country), got out the gun and emptied a round into it. The first shot was right through the dial...Kinda like a shot to the heart. The rest were just emotional release. When I was done I felt good. It was dead and I'd never have to put up with it's lying ways again. I did this through a flurry of tears. How could I have been so betrayed by this machine?
So now it is a week later and I can laugh about it. Will I be replacing it with a newer younger model? Heck NO! I've given up on scales. They try to seduce us by showing us a good time in the begining and then they betray us further into our relationship. No I will weigh once per month in the safety of my Dr. office. That way I can only be royally disappointed 12 times per year and there are people present to keep me from ripping the scale appart with my bare hands.
SMILES!!!!
Pat--who is scaleless (probably scandaless too, but that's another story)