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?