My morning master
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I have an obsessive love/hate relationship with a small, thin electronic device.
It is not a cell phone.
It is not a laptop.
It is not even a Game Boy Advance, although I hope that would surprise you if it was.
It is my bathroom scale.
Every morning, without fail, I cannot begin my day without paying a visit to what sometimes becomes the dictator of my mood. Even if I know that certain amounts of cookie dough will most likely prevent me from seeing a good number, I still have to stand on it. I cannot go a day without weighing myself.
Surprisingly, sometimes the number is even good.
But lately, the morning number has not been all that reliable. I have been doing some intensive weight training for the past two months. And I know, without fail, that when I stand on the scale the day after doing the weights, I am going to be up. I know that it is due to my muscles retaining water as they recover. I know this.
And yet I still hope for different.
And usually a day or two later, the numbers return to more friendly ones.
So my question for you is this: Do any of you interpeeps weigh yourselves daily?
Are there lucky women out there who don't even have a clue what they weigh?
And if you see a number you don't like, do you sometimes head down to make breakfast in a bad mood?
Or if you see a good number, are you the kindest, most cheerful, Christian version of yourself?
I don't know what it is about the scale that has such power over me. But I find myself unable to go a day without knowing. I'd like to just once not know.
But I can't do it. I have to know.
Please tell me if you weigh or do not weigh, and if it affects you. I must know if I am as weird as I think I am (Shut up, Daniel. Don't even say it).
P.S. Laura C - I made your Zojirushi bread recipe. It was THE BEST EVER. Just wanted to thank you for sharing with me what is now the only recipe we will ever make again.
I also hold that recipe responsible for the number I saw on the scale this morning. Stupid, evil, warm, gooey, toast with butter and jam.
It is not a cell phone.
It is not a laptop.
It is not even a Game Boy Advance, although I hope that would surprise you if it was.
It is my bathroom scale.
Every morning, without fail, I cannot begin my day without paying a visit to what sometimes becomes the dictator of my mood. Even if I know that certain amounts of cookie dough will most likely prevent me from seeing a good number, I still have to stand on it. I cannot go a day without weighing myself.
Surprisingly, sometimes the number is even good.
But lately, the morning number has not been all that reliable. I have been doing some intensive weight training for the past two months. And I know, without fail, that when I stand on the scale the day after doing the weights, I am going to be up. I know that it is due to my muscles retaining water as they recover. I know this.
And yet I still hope for different.
And usually a day or two later, the numbers return to more friendly ones.
So my question for you is this: Do any of you interpeeps weigh yourselves daily?
Are there lucky women out there who don't even have a clue what they weigh?
And if you see a number you don't like, do you sometimes head down to make breakfast in a bad mood?
Or if you see a good number, are you the kindest, most cheerful, Christian version of yourself?
I don't know what it is about the scale that has such power over me. But I find myself unable to go a day without knowing. I'd like to just once not know.
But I can't do it. I have to know.
Please tell me if you weigh or do not weigh, and if it affects you. I must know if I am as weird as I think I am (Shut up, Daniel. Don't even say it).
P.S. Laura C - I made your Zojirushi bread recipe. It was THE BEST EVER. Just wanted to thank you for sharing with me what is now the only recipe we will ever make again.
I also hold that recipe responsible for the number I saw on the scale this morning. Stupid, evil, warm, gooey, toast with butter and jam.
