tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Numb3rs I tried to measure myself last night, I really did. But, since we don�t have a dressmaker�s soft tape measure I was trying to use string and then holding it up to a retractable carpenter�s tape measure. It could be that the results were accurate and I just didn�t like the numbers, but they seemed way, way too big. So, I�m holding out until I can stop somewhere with a notions department (are there still places with notions departments that aren�t fabric stores?) and pick up a cheap dressmaker�s tape measure. I suppose I could just bite the bullet and weigh myself. Our scale at home is buried in the spare bedroom (really a glorified closet for Steve since I need all of the closet in our bedroom), but I could try to find a time when no-one is in the receiving department at work and step onto the carefully calibrated floor scale and just deduct 5 lbs. for clothing. That�s probably the best plan. I�d like to think that I�m losing weight � I�m wearing a pair of 9 West knee-high boots today and when I last wore them two weeks ago I could get the zipper up, but it was a struggle. Now they feel comfortable instead of constricting. Yes, the leather could have stretche, but let�s not think that way. There was a time when I didn�t have to wait to be alone to step on the receiving scale, but that was also the time that I had been eating nothing but Dexatrim, Slimfast shakes, rice cakes and low-fat peanut butter, Kix cereal, and the occasional piece of fruit to stave off scurvy. I would carefully figure out how many calories I had consumed and stay on an eliptical trainer until the number of calories burned equaled the number consumed. If I had to eat a real meal I would purge it. I weighed 100 lbs or less on a �good� day � and that was with clothes on. People told me how great I looked, men chatted me up in bars, and my personal trainer told me that I had the same body fat percentage as elite women athletes. In reality my brain felt like it was always buzzing even though I was tired all the time, and a two-pound weight gain would send me to the gym for an entire Saturday. This is why I�m reluctant to get on a scale � I am easily swayed by the power of numbers and I have to be careful that I don�t fall into that same trap again. I�d like to take off the extra weight safely, lower my cholesterol, and get into better eating habits that could last a lifetime. Resolution Diary: 1:20 p.m. - 2006-01-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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