I know this is not Actually A Thing. My clothes do not fit any differently. I realize how much our weight can fluctuate just day by day. I have a full bladder and my sneakers were on, which probably accounts for at least a pound. And I know muscle, of which I have quite a bit and am very concerned with building, is more dense than fat.
I know ALL of these things.
But that number makes me want to cry anyway.
And maybe eat an entire container of ice cream.
The big container. Not a little pint.
So there you go.
Scales are stupid. I only ever weigh myself at the YMCA and I forgot to take my shoes, purse and Briggs off my back and I weighed myself and thought I gained 60lbs for about five seconds before I realized how dumb I am.
Ahahahaha OMG.
I never weigh myself. I broke up with the scale a long time ago for reasons like this. But the doctor's office always wants a weight and I go every 12 weeks for my depo injection, so every 12 weeks I have to stand on the scale and the display is RIGHT in front of my face. My mom never looks when she's at the doctor. She closes her eyes. I guess I could do that. But it seems... I don't know. Cowardly I guess.
I have recently discovered climbing, I LOVE IT! A friend of mine is housesitting a place that has a really awesome climbing wall out in the barn, so I've been going down there a lot. Such an awesome workout! I am SO SORE today after climbing yesterday and the day before.
Can definitely see this being something I'd like to get into further, buy some gear and climb outdoors in the summer. There are some nice places around for it.
Anyone else into climbing?
I haven't started running again, I'm kind of telling myself I will wait until spring or just better weather because I hate running in the winter. Have been pretty good about getting a decent amount of exercise every day, the usual walk I take the dogs on (1-2 hrs) includes a long, steep climb back up so at least it's a bit of cardio.
I don't really know what to about my diet anymore. I started struggling with anorexia and bulimia when I was 13. I'm 21 now and it still kicks me in the ass. When I start a diet (any kind, just "fewer calories") I do well, but when weight loss doesn't come immediately or it slows down, I get so obsessed, even going to the point of only allowing myself to eat every few days, and in some extreme cases, weeks. Of course after than I start overeating from desperation.
Well thank god for good Doctors. I'm being weaned off this medication, and it's actually working, despite Doctor Google telling me that it could take FOREVER to come off of it. Luckily, I'm actually getting an appetite back, and will be starting two new meds soon. I've been just reading this thread and compiling body weight exercises and ones that can be done with lighter weight dumbbells in a circuit. I'm planning on trying to work out at least three days a week, and once I actually get an appetite, with one of the meds I'm going on, building muscle will actually be easier.
Went for a 20 minute walk/jog today. Felt pretty good! My lungs hate me though.