I’m currently waging a war against the flab that has decided to call itself home on my body.
To be honest it didn’t just appear, I kind of helped it along its way with too much eating and drinking.
Having three kids in four years used to be my excuse but if I’m honest it’s not really a good one.
It’s just that I don’t have much willpower so I haven’t deprived myself of much in the past few years.
However, I’m now in the zone, a place where I WANT to lose weight, not just for my health but for my happiness.
And you know the tool that I use every day to motivate me?
No not the treadmill in the garage, or my sexy black dress – it’s the mighty digital scales in my bathroom, aka Sally the Scales.
(and yes I did wait until the number had disappeared before taking this pic – see I’m not just a pretty face)
I weigh myself at LEAST 6 times a day, as soon as I wake up, after I have a shower, after breakfast, around noon, after dinner and then before bed.
Obsessed or dedicated? You be the judge.
It might sound a little whacky to some but being a serial weigher (now that can’t be a word) ensures that I’m on track with my weight loss.
I need to know right away if I’m getting results and if I’m not it just motivates me to be stronger and better at it.
If Sally tells me I’m piling it on and I’m hurting her then I don’t get disheartened I get strong.
If she tells me I’m losing weight I become even more determined not to have that bottle of bubbly in the fridge or a loaf of fresh bread with lashings of butter.
In the past four months I’ve lost about 7-8kg, I still have at least 8kg to go but unlike a few months ago, I really have the desire to do it now.
It’s summer, my kids are active and in the water all the time and I want to feel comfy in my own skin again.
Yep I have stretch marks, a jelly belly and I’m not sure my legs will ever be the same – but I know I can feel better about myself if I stick with it.
For too long I have made excuses – it’s time to cut the crap and get my fitness, health and vitality back.
I can’t guarantee I won’t fall off the wagon, especially as Xmas when I totally will drink like a fish, but as long as I can crawl back on it afterwards, then I think I’ll be okay.
Gotta go – Sally is waiting for me.
How often do you weigh yourself and why?
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