Slave to the Scale

I am a slave to my scale.  I must hop on the damn thing 2-3 times a day.  I’ve never been diagnosed with OCD but when it comes to the scale…  I have had my husband try to hide it and bring it out for my weekly weigh-in only to find it or yell at him until I get it back.  I have tried to be disciplined about only weighing in once a week.  To no avail.

I love to see the scale move downwards.  But I get totally bummed if I gain a half a pound.  Being a scale slave is frustrating.  Perhaps I will start taking my measurements instead.  I sure as hell don’t want to whip out the tape measure everyday.

On a different note, I stuck to my diet yesterday and did 40 minutes of heart-pumping cardio!  I bought The Wave by The Firm.  It’s a different workout but I like it.  I am trying to incorporate different types of workouts into my routine so I don’t get bored with the same old same old.  So far, so good!

Jillian is the Devil

My husband bought me the Biggest Loser workout for the Wii today.  Jillian kicked my ass.  It is such a fun, interactive workout that before you know it, you’re done.  I wanted to quit because it was hard but I kept it up until the end.  I just kept imagining I was really a contestant and that Jillian would walk through the door any minute if I sat down.  My husband is doing the workouts too so I don’t feel as alone in this journey!

Tomorrow I am starting the Alternate Day Diet.  It sounds a little wacky but it’s worth a shot.  I’ve done every other diet, why not try this one.

This Isn’t the First Time

I have started this journey 100 times.  I can’t say that this time will be different but I am already doing different things.  For one, I’ve never joined an online support group.  I have never blogged of my struggles and successes. 

I am a smart girl.  I know what I need to do to lose weight.  My problem?  No willpower. None.  I love food and somehow need to get the right food in and leave the bad out.  As for exercise.  Hate it but love the way I feel when I’ve done it.  Again, it’s the motivation to get off the couch or get out of bed 1/2 hour earlier. 

And so it goes…  could today be the first day of the rest of my life?  Come back and I’ll let you know.