So if you recall, July was to be my scale free month. And after a little text message from Lapband Gal this a.m, and a Facebook message from Zara last week, and another reminder and question from my Heather...
I didn't make it a month. I fell several days short.
Don't hate me.
But after I found out that my numerous aches and pains were going to prevent me from working out, I had to get an idea of where I stood.
I actually don't remember what the exact number was. I think 175 something. Which I believe is maybe 1 pound up from July 1st.
So did I find it hard? Not really. I didn't miss it much. I actually really enjoyed NOT knowing so when people asked me or when I wanted to beat myself up...I had no answer for them. It was kinda freeing.
It didnt help me eat better though. I had hoped that I would be better behaved without the scale to tell me whether or not I was being too naughty. Eh...I still was pretty not good. That's real fancy grammar. Pretty not good.
Anywhoozle, the truth is this. Just like Catherine posted a few days ago, working out has saved me. It allows me to eat with a little less abandon. It keeps me in check. And it has helped my body tighten up more than some. But I am talking weight training people. And I could go off on a tangent...but alas, I will save that for another post.
So all in all, the no-scale experiment was really not that big of deal. Didnt hurt. Didn't help. It was just different.
I am working on a choo choo train of deep thoughts related to goal setting and weight loss, but I need to find my happy place before putting fingers to keys...but stay tuned.