spyrosmom
Cathlete
I'm old enough to know better, and I'm certainly smart enough to know better, so why do I let that stupid battery operated electronic demon spawn piece of electronic garbage cause me grief?????? I'd throw the flippin' thing out the window but I'm in the basement. I KNOW I still have a few pounds to lose, and I've been stuck forever, but gosh darnit, why can't I be happy where I am??? I've lost btwn 90-95 lbs (depending on how the above referenced garbage wants to treat me) and I know that is wonderful and an accomplishment. So why why why when the number flucuates up a pound today does it drive me crazy, and then make me extra happy when it goes back down the same pound tomorrow. Nevermind, that it may go up 2 lbs in a day depending what I've eaten, then drop 3 lbs ovenight. ARRRGGHHHHH..... My jeans are now a 10 (smaller than I've even been) most of my shirts are now M not XL, and even though my weight has been the same for quite sometimes, I still lost another pants size recently. So why I am I hung up on the scale, and why does it put me in a bad mood and lead me to write long, rant-y posts? And why can't I shake this last 10 or 15lbs. And why do I want to???? Why do I feel the need to hit some magic number? The only thing I really don't like about my size/shape is my stomach, and alot of that is extra skin, which I really can't do anything about. Shoot, that's at least 5 of the lbs I need to lose, if not more, and that requires a surgeon. Thing is I can think I look smokin', feel good, be confident and then I step on the scale and *KABLOOM* Cranky, crabby, sad, and frustrated. And I KNOW BETTER. People who I see regularly tell me I'm losing weight, obviously they haven't seen the demon possessed electronic hate machine in my basement bc it tells me I'm not. And when I get in a funk, I want to eat and/or drink, then of course, I go stand on the scale and it tells me I weigh as much as a small country, which of course, you can't actually gain 2 lbs in 10 mins, so then I feel even worse. At which point I tell myself I will do better tomorrow, and I do. I am good for sometime and then flippin' scale still moves up and down in the same few pound range - no matter what I eat or drink, so what is the point of owning the thing????
What burns me the most - When I was way overweight, before I found diet and exercise and Cathe and Amy and Coach Sean, and all you wonderful peeps, I didn't give a rat's patootie about what I weighed or what the scale said. I don't think I even owned one. Recently (past few weeks) it seems like I am obsessed with it. I've pondered trying to throw up after I eat (haven't, won't - I know better), thought about not eating (nope, I like to eat), and even cut out meat for a few days b/c the thought just made me nauseated (eating meat again, not as much, though). I overthink what I eat/drink way too much, overthink my workouts and activities way too much. I know this isn't smart, but I'm at a loss as to what to do. I feel like I'm losing my marbles. Thing is, everything else in my life is just peachy, so I don't know what is prompting all of this.
Sorry this is so long, but I needed to vent. Once I got typing, the words wouldn't stop.
Nan
What burns me the most - When I was way overweight, before I found diet and exercise and Cathe and Amy and Coach Sean, and all you wonderful peeps, I didn't give a rat's patootie about what I weighed or what the scale said. I don't think I even owned one. Recently (past few weeks) it seems like I am obsessed with it. I've pondered trying to throw up after I eat (haven't, won't - I know better), thought about not eating (nope, I like to eat), and even cut out meat for a few days b/c the thought just made me nauseated (eating meat again, not as much, though). I overthink what I eat/drink way too much, overthink my workouts and activities way too much. I know this isn't smart, but I'm at a loss as to what to do. I feel like I'm losing my marbles. Thing is, everything else in my life is just peachy, so I don't know what is prompting all of this.
Sorry this is so long, but I needed to vent. Once I got typing, the words wouldn't stop.
Nan