Slave to the scale
The usual morning – you wake up feeling energetic, svelte, and rush to the toilet to lose those last drops of fluid off your body - then hopping on to the scale to see those magic number, preferably lot less than yesterday or week before. I can imagine the look on your face when the numbers haven’t changed – or even worse, they’ve gone upwards. Even though you know with rational reasoning that you haven’t exceeded your daily calories, you’ve exercised and slept well, the reading on the scale doesn’t make any sense. You begin to sink into this hopelessness that you can’t do anything right, and your weight loss project is doomed to fail.
I used to laugh at women like that. This morning I understood what it is all about. The dreaded weight loss plateau had come to get me.
I track my weight at both Hacker’s Diet and PhysicsDiet because they give me these nice graphs and charts that I so much love ogling (the word ‘ogle’ comes btw from a Dutch word ‘ogen’, to make eyes at). Both sites tell me that my weight is going down despite the recent changes and the plateau phase, but for some reason it doesn’t really comfort me at the moment. I’m slave to the scale – it tells me the Ultimate Truth, and nothing else matters. I think I know the reason for this change now – I’ve been simply eating too much, not exceeding my calories but my daily deficit has been more like 200-300 kcal per day instead of the traditional 600-800 kcal. But the charts still say my weight is GOING DOWN. What the hell am I then worrying about?
I am so waiting for the day that I’m confident enough with my eating that I can do it by intuition. Until then, I’ll just keep counting and measuring.