I have a love hate relationship with my scale. Ugh!!!! I can't stand him (hint, hint). Me and my co-workers decided to start losing weight the beginning of the year and pay a $1 for each pound gained. The pot is growing and growing, much like my hips..lol.
I walked on Saturday 5 miles at Stone Mountain park. Gained 2 pounds. Ridiculous. How do you exercise and gain weight??? It may have been the big breakfast before and after the walk, but I don't believe that. It's the scale in my bathroom. Each morning it taunts me and makes me get on, only to be disappointed with the numbers.
I have tried every diet known to woman and developed by man, and nothing works long term. This year is my 25th high school class reunion and I need to be at my finest when I meet my fellow classmates. My scale has other plans for me. We go back and forth like and old married couple, I try to lose the weight, he tells me I haven't lost a thang....again UGH!!!!
Some may say to just stay off the scale, but it's like my drug of choice. I need instant gratification after eating a healthy meal or exercising for at least 30 minutes. I know, that change doesn't come that quick, but tell that to my hips and thighs. I have also been told that muscle weighs more than fat....who the heck came up with that foolishness. Anywho, I can look like I weigh 1 lb to everyone, but if I get on the scale and it says I weigh 2 lbs, I will tend to believe the scale. Sad, scary, but true.
Help me!!! I need McDonald's to stop make the Filet o' fish and Lay's to stop making the plain potato chips ( I need a bag now) The potato like the scale is my friend and enemy!!!
As I am writing this, a co-worker just bought me a piece of cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory: 30th Anniversary Chocolate Cheesecake to be exact. Gonna enough the heck out of it and think about the scale later.
Why me, why not??