I weighed myself the other day. It's the first time since December. A few months ago, I made the commitment to myself that I was no longer going to live and die by the scale. It's just a number. And not even the best number to use as an indicator of health.
But I weighed myself to see what impact having another dog in the house will have on my weight.
And I set a new record high weight.
I'm really bothered by that. And it's not like I didn't know that I was gaining weight. My clothes have been fitting more snugly. Shirts that didn't strain across the chest and back when I moved my arms are now straining. Waistbands that didn't pinch before are pinching.
So I knew I was going to receive bad news.
But I didn't know that bad news was going to hit me like a ton of bricks.
I know that when I focus on the number on the scale, I get stressed out and end up sabotaging myself until I gain more weight. But I want to put some distance between me and the record high.
I HAVE to put distance between me and the record high.
So I'm struggling with what to do. Do I start logging and tracking and weighing and add all of that stress to the stress I already have an abundance of in my life? Do I focus on moving more and making better food choices like I said I was going to do these last few months but didn't actually do?
Right now, I'm leaning towards somewhere sort of in the middle.
I'm thinking that I'll keep track of my exercise every day and step it up. Do more and longer walks (good for both me and the dogs). Go back to doing yoga and exercise dvds.
I think I'll also keep a food diary. Just a food log, no counting calories. But I think I'll keep track of how hungry I actually was when I ate. Make myself account for whether I'm truly hungry or whether I'm eating out of boredom, frustration, etc.
So... that's it for now I guess.