Partly because of this reckless deviation from my standards (ha!), I decided to try a little experiment this week. I decided not to weigh myself daily, and not at all after...well, Hot Wing Extravaganza. So I have not weighed myself since last Saturday. I had no idea how good or bad my splurges were for me in terms of pounds.
I'm not going to lie, it was hard not stepping on that scale. I almost broke down Wednesday morning out of curiosity. And Thursday, out of panic. I found myself freed of the frustration of the daily ups-and-downs of weight fluctuation, yet saddled in a parallel manner by anxiety in not knowing where I was, not to mention the massive amount of anxiety I felt in stepping on the scale this morning.
I also found myself allowing more junk food to creep in because the fear of seeing the scale move the next day was removed. The "I can fix it tomorrow" mentality started creeping in again with the junk. It wasn't a lot of junk...a couple handfuls of chips here and there just because someone left the bag on the counter...a handful of chocolate chips from the freezer after supper. But stopping was hard. Because of this little experiment I've learned that my personality thrives on guard rails and safety nets, and I will resume weighing myself daily.
Without further ado, here are the results of my no-weigh week:
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