Every day after I take a shower in the morning, my next action is like clock work, I step on the scale.
There, I said it, I am a slave to the scale.
The scale determines how my day will go. Great day if the scale tips downwards and crappy day if the scale tips in the opposite direction.
It is an obsession. The scale keeps me sane and motivated.
I know that when I have had a bad eating day, the scale will tell me off by going upwards. The worst feeling I get is when I have worked out so hard, eaten well and when I step on this sanity board of mine, it just looks at me, no movement.
It shows me the same number from a week ago. I step down and restart it and step on it again only to get the same stare.
I usually lose it and go binge on something unhealthy.
Now I know better!
I’m learning to celebrate my NSVs- non scale victories. That dress fits better, compliments I’m getting down the office corridors, my face looks brighter and look, I have lost another inch on my waist.
My scale is here to stay as it keeps me in check, but it should not be a source of depression.
One more kilo to reach my desired weight.
Now, where is that scale…..???