I weigh myself everyday. I have for years. Seriously, years. We’re talking ever since I began this weight loss journey, so that would be June of 2005. That’s a long relationship. But it’s what works for me. It keeps me accountable and lets me know if I’ve gone too crazy the past few days. I don’t live and die by my scale, but I like to know where I’m at.

That being said, I know that weight can fluctuate daily. You can go up a few pounds just because you ate something salty, or you can go down because you ate less. Its a cycle. But I know where my weight is and where I’m comfortable. I can feel when I’m up or down a few pounds. Today? Today the scale said I was up 5 pounds from Thursday morning. Now I know this isn’t “real weight.” Thursday night I had Taco Night with my friends and consumed copious amounts of chips and guacamole. I ate a lot of chips at dinner on Saturday and Sunday was the Super Bowl. Monday there were leftover chips and treats at work, and I had some. Not enough to make me crazy, but enough to know that the scale and I were going to be fighting today.

But you know what? Today is a new day. I ran 6 miles before work this morning. The last mile at a 9:40 pace at a 2% incline. I’m feeling that one in my tush!

I can’t tell you that I won’t fluctuate with my weight; it’s simply impossible to eat perfectly all of the time. I shoot for 80%. And for me, that’s doable. It lets me live my life and not binge on bad foods.

Even if the scale and I aren’t speaking right now. 🙂

Have a good day friends!