I’m I frightened of the scale?

“Frightened” might not be the right word but it has to be something.

It seems that the further I get into my “journey of becoming a thinman” the more prevalent “my little voice” is in regard to my weekly weigh in.

After a couple of weeks with no results (on the scale) my dreaded weigh in looms. Why have I made up in my mind that it has to be dreaded? Do I really know what it is going to show?

I go to the gym at least 4 times a week, pass up numerous food choices that a fatman would make and the dreaded piece of equipment known as the scale awaits my arrival in the  corner to let me know I’m not worthy!!! Or I’m I?

My little buddy is sharing in my head - You did NOT produce a result,  you are bad and wrong, what were you thinking, have a smoke and a visit to Sebastien Joe’s (award winning ice cream shop around the corner)  screw this diet and exercise thing blah,blah, blah….Yup still crazy!

At the moment I’m debating if a weekly weigh in is needed or be okay with my results that show up in how the clothes fit, how strong I’m becoming, my cardio workout on the elliptical machine etc… How often must one check?

I’ve known from the beginning that I’m crazier than hell but that is a common trait that you get by being human ( multiplied when your a fatman). Nothing has changed in that domain.

My STATED goal in May is the loss of at least 10 lbs.  Sometime between now and the 31st weight WILL be posted and me and the scale will come face to face!!!

Who’s frightened of that little old scale?

Only the Best,

Fatman