Start The Weekend Sanely
Am I the only one who finds it hard to stay on track over the weekend? There’s something about a more relaxed schedule and being with my family all day that really throws my diet out of whack. It might be the all the cooking I do but, truth be told, the food doesn’t jump from the pan into my face. It’s my hand shoveling it in to my mouth and I know it.
Weekends are a time to stay strong.
I’ve decided to start my weekends by weighing in on Friday night, long before I even contemplate opening a bottle of wine or shaking up a martini. If I’ve been doing good all week, well, that gives me an incentive to stay the course. If my weight’s up, well, that gives me an incentive to stay the course, too. I figure if I don’t like my weight on Friday, then the weekend really represents an extra opportunity to get out and burn off some of those extra calories.
That’s why I keep my scale right in front of my refrigerator. Have I mentioned that yet? No? Well maybe that’s because it seems, at first glance, like such a crazy place to keep it. By the time I’m standing in front of the fridge I’m already clothed, right? Who wants to do the mental math to subtract the estimated weight of their clothes? Answer: me. Because I’ve noticed that if I’ve got to step on that scale to reach the refrigerator handle it doesn’t just slow me down: it also makes me think twice.
How about you? Are you up or down?
And, while we’re at it, where do you keep your scale?
7 Responses to “Start The Weekend Sanely”
I haven’t officially started keeping track just yet. But hubby is down 5 lbs now with Alli. His absolute fear of those unwanted treatment effects has kept him in line like I would never have believed possible.
And we keep our scale in the bathroom because that’s where it gets the least amount of damage from the littlest guy jumping on it.
I have stayed about the same this week. I actually have an easier time eating healthy on the weekend. My job has more food around than most restaurants. I have heard good things about Alli, but I am afraid to try it because I have had gastric bypass surgery. I have lost a lot of weight, but I have also regained 15 pounds over time and I am trying to check that while it is still 15 pounds.
Down 3 more lbs. this week. Within 5lbs of what my ID claims to be my weight. I keep my scale tucked under the tv stand in our bedroom and pack it to the bathroom every other day. Can’t keep it in the kitchen or they boys will ruin it by jumping on and off every chance they get and can’t keep it in the bathroom for the same reason.
Way to go, Chelle! When I got my military ID renewed the other day, the woman glanced at the weight, glanced at me and said, “Honey, ain’t it nice when we have goals?” (She was a Chubby Mommy, too, so I didn’t take it personally.)
Omg, yes! Weekends are the very hardest for me. Plus, it certainly does not help that I absolutely love to eat. And most of my favorite foods (Italian) tend to be quite high in fat and other bad for me stuff.
I keep my scale in the bathroom and try so hard to avoid stepping on it, because I really do not want to know how much weight I’ve gained. It sucks!
I’m about to embark on a small venture to try to shed at least 15-20lbs. Keeping my fingers crossed!
I threw out the scale when it went all wonky (no, I didn’t break it, ahem), and I did not bother replacing it. Doubt I ever will. When I had one, I weighed every day and beat myself up over those daily fluctuations (which are very frequent when one has intestinal troubles). Now I weigh only at the doctor’s office, and my neuro is even nice enough to his patients that he just asks what we weigh (though that still made me break down in tears once, as I had just seen my internist and knew the answer). When my clothes get loose and/or start falling off or I have to tighten my belt, I know I’ve lost weight.
Scale’s in the bathroom. And it’s gonna stay in there, buried under the dust bunnies.
Actually, I’ve lost four pounds in the past two weeks, according to Mom’s digital scale. I weighed myself there two weeks ago when I was up visiting, and I weighed myself again yesterday, so I’m a bit happy about that!
Now to get hubby to go to the grocery store to get me some more fruit!