i have a love/hate relationship with the scale.
weighing in is a process...i get myself all ready to step on the scale. making sure i am wearing the same clothes everytime i weigh in so not even the clothes or shoes can make a difference in my weight.
when i see pounds drop, i absolutely love the scale. i get on it again and again just to check to make sure. i cheer! i tell tim! i cheer some more and then i step on it one more time to see the number again.
this past tuesday i hated the scale. my number went up 2.8 pounds. it put me in such a bad mood. it makes me miserable. and i am really miserable towards tim. poor guy.
there was no need for that number to go up... i was watching a weight loss show last night and a trainer said "the scale never lies" i got so mad, i turned off the tv and will never watch the show again. it does lie. i have been counting every calorie and working out 30 minutes a day. i have calcualted my calorie intake and how many to eat when i am sitting around doing nothing all day (like on these snow days). i have done it. and in my opinion, the scale did lie.
i have decided to stay away from the scale. to stay away and to only weigh in on monday mornings.
just finished day one of level 2 of the shred. that was one heck of a workout. if my body doesn't hurt tomorrow, i will be shocked!
getting cabin fever. heading out tonight with friends. planning on getting a grilled chicken salad with dressing on the side...