I have midterms this week, which means that I need to put my studying into over drive. Work has been pretty busy the past two days but lightens up after today, luckly. But then next week is crazy at work and I think I will be working for a straight two weeks!!! But I can do it I’ve done it before.
I am having mini anxiety attacks about my weight loss. When I weighed in at 172 I was so excited to see that my hard work is paying off. But now I’m scared to even get on the scale again, afraid that it will go up. I know that if it does that it doesn’t mean anything but for some reason that number just means so much to me. I use to get on the scale regularly to make sure that I was maintaining my weight in the 160’s, but then I stopped taking care of myself. In the past year I had probably weighed myself a handful of times eachtime saying I was in the 180’s. So I didn’t get on it very often, when I did I lied to myself and pretended like the scale was broken. Funny I know but also sad. I can’t believe that I actually believed that the scale was broken, it’s was only twenty lbs off. Weird that it couldn’t have broke in the other direction.
The last three weeks I was weighing myself everyother day. It was good but I got a little discouraged in the second week when it fluctuated a bit. I was literally jumping around the house when the scale said 172. The BF was looking at me like I was crazy. So I have decided to get on that scale only once a week. But it is only Tuesday and weigh-in day isn’t until Saturday and I’m already having mini freakouts about it. Ah, how we mentally screw ourselves up.
I also should mention, to prove how crazy I really am, that I haven’t even cheated or skipped a workout. I worked out for two hours Sunday. I tried spinning for the first time yesterday. I have two hours of working out planned for this evening. But still I am afraid, really afraid. Silly I know, but I just can’t help it.
