So…… For about the past two years I have been a daily weigher. I might actually get on the scale 2 times a day. I was seeing progress it made me happy. I know… i know. Its bad and it doesn’t matter. blah blah blah. But it did to me.
It matter even more to me when the numbers started to tick upward. I had gained 10 lbs. I have no way of really know if that 10 lbds is fat or muscle I suspect its both. Over the past few months my gains lifting have gone through the roof so I know the muscle is there. But I also know pants i bought last December don’t button comfortably. So this started to weigh on my mind (no pun intended).
I mentioned this to my therapist and she challenged me to give-up the scale. So I did. I brought it to her office today and left there. Its been part of my routine for so long I feel a little lost without it.
So since i have lost my one true goal barometer I am going to turn to you tumblr to try and note how I feel, how things are fitting, and how I am coping without the evil scale.