Arbitrary 👍

It’s interesting how meaningless the scale can become when you weigh yourself daily. I had a night that was not great. I got up three times to snack. And I’m still inexplicably down today.

And, as we know, yesterday, I was up after a good couple of nights. And fantastically frustrated.

It’s kind of like when you repeat a word over and over again and it starts to lose its meaning.

Repeated weigh-ins = saying “Leah” 500 times.

But although repeated weigh-ins may seem pointless at the time, I guess they turn out to be very valuable.

No, I still have not read the research. Leave me alone!

For those of you just tuning in, daily weigh-ins are supposed to lead to more weight loss success. That’s the only reason I’ve trained myself to do them.

I used to think weighing myself everyday would only make me crazy, and I don’t think I was altogether wrong about that, by the way. Sometimes it does.

But I am also finding that the more you do it, the less of a big deal it is. There’s less anxiety around it. You just do it. It’s automatic.

It’s when you outrightly fear the scale that you’re in trouble. When you don’t weigh in at all. Or habitually put it off. I’ve been there, too, believe me.

At the end of the day, it’s a number. Just a number. It’s a marker, an indicator.

It’s not who you are or where you’re headed.

I hate to cut this short, but I was so into my stats I lost track of time. Have a tenacious Tuesday. Drive safely. Mind the Madholes. Thanks for reading. ❤️