I weigh in at my doctor’s office every Wednesday afternoon, between 5 and 6. Lately, I’ve taken to arriving immediately following a work-out, which means I’m wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
Don’t think that just happened by accident. Even before I was showing up in gym clothes, I was making an effort to wear lighter-weight clothing. And you bet your ass I was taking off jewelry and my shoes.
In the morning, I weight in first thing each day. Sometimes, I have put my hair back in a tiny plastic clip when I get out of bed. I take the clip off, even, which is ridiculous, because I cannot imagine the thing weighs more than a quarter of an ounce.
In fact, I just weighed it, because I want to make sure I’m giving you the FACTS, and it doesn’t even come close to a gram.
But, even so, I remove that little piece of plastic before stepping on a scale that has been officially calibrated never.
Today, I’ve got a doctor’s appointment before the weigh-in, I haven’t had time to go the gym yet, and I probably won’t make it there. There’s a chance that I will force myself to go just so I can wear my work-out clothes.
That’s kind of pathetic, but that’s also what weighing in at the same weight for nine days in a row will do to you. I think I need to just suck it up and realize that what I weigh fully clothed at the end of the day only matters as long as month after month, that number steadily declines. Trying to get a hold of my crazy before it really set in … thanks for listening!