We moved house on Halloween, and in the process, my scale lost it's batteries.
I have avoided quite successfully, replacing the batteries to the scale. The scale, with it's cracked plastic face, still weighs and measures quite accurately and is that what I am afraid of? It hasn't been very long since I checked in with that scale. And my eating hasn't changed much at all, as it never does. I eat what doesn't kill me, and occasional OH MY GOD I MIGHT DIE BECAUSE I ATE THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE WARNED ME foods. I have been one of the most boring-est eaters since weight loss surgery you might ever know.
What I do know is that I am in need of clothes, it's nearly winter and I was wearing maternity clothes in a bigger size last year, and I have nothing right now that fits me appropriately and I really did not want to start this season in my kids' hand me downs. I am in that NO YOU CAN'T GAIN ANYMORE range, I know it. I don't need a scale to tell me that I can hold up a pair of size 14 jeans on my regain butt.
Then again, I'm also okay at this size, because it's also where I land every time I just simply eat what I feel like having without drama. Does that make any sense to you? I feel like if I just added exercise to my current-state-of-toast-and-protein, I would trickle back to my tighter self. Honestly, it's the lack of Doing, not the Poor Eating. I am a decent, not super, decent, better than many, eater. A few days a week of moving my ass would really do the trick.
Could someone just sell that as an edible product – motivation? Because I don't have it. Aside from running a 13 month old up and down stairs, it's just not happening. All the advice in the world, I'll find excuses.
off to find some batteries and weigh-in