After a couple years of only weighing myself on Tuesdays, I must admit it’s a little strange to now weigh myself on different days of the week. I decided a few weeks ago that I’d switch my weigh-ins to the first and fifteenth of every month, instead of every other Tuesday, to better accommodate my new plan involving my weight loss chart, which I’m now only updating at the beginning of every month. It seems so convoluted when I type that all out, but it’s really just the way things have evolved!
I now just realized that, in any given month, the first and the fifteenth will always fall on the same day of the week (duh). In July, that day is Sunday. In August, it will be Wednesday, and in September, it’ll be Saturday. I don’t love having weigh-ins on the weekends, but I do wanna stick to my plan, at least for a little while (until it evolves further, thereby becoming even more convoluted).
So yesterday, on the fifteenth of July, I stepped on my scale.
I lost nothing, and I gained nothing. EVEN STEVEN.
This is pure speculation, but based on my eating and exercise, I actually think I lost over the past two weeks, but crappy timing prevented it from showing on the scale. That’s because on Saturday evening, I went to my cousins’ baby shower, and I atea lot. Two big plates piled with food. Most of it was pretty healthy: a lot of salad, chicken, and some hummus and tabouli. Some of it wasn’t as healthy – fattier pieces of beef and a piece of baklava.
I’m not beating myself over what I ate. The shower was fun, there was good food and good company, and I enjoyed myself. My point is that I consumed a lot, more than I usually do during a meal, and my body hadn’t processed it by the time I stepped on the scale the next morning.
Perhaps this is TMI, but I’ll be blunt: I took a big dump later in the day, and had I weighed myself after, I might have seen a loss. But I didn’t. And that’s OK.
Don’t pretend you haven’t had weigh-in days where you’ve thought the same thing!
I figure it will all shake itself out, and hopefully my next weigh-in, on August 1st, will be a loss. And if it isn’t, it won’t be the end of the world. I’ve been working hard to remember that all I can do is try my best to make smart, informed choices every single day. If I do that, than I’ll be in a good place, regardless what the scale says.
Keep it up, David!