Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thoughts on Weighing and Measuring . . .
I can't blame them. I know how they feel. For all of my life up to this point, I also squirmed and hissed and ran away whenever weighing and measuring was brought up. Who wants the hassle of doing this to your food? Who wants the potential distress of doing this to yourself?
The funny thing is, it doesn't bother me any more. I keep the digital food scale out on the kitchen counter. It's always ready. I don't have to guess how much I'm supposed to eat...I know. Surprisingly, it's usually more than I think it's going to be. And as for myself, I weigh every day and measure once a week.
Yeah, I know. You're not "supposed" to weigh every day. But I find it works for me. My weight naturally goes up and down during the week, but I can see the trend. If my official weigh day happens to be an up day, knowing it'll probably go down again in a day or two keeps me going. The measuring shows me the physical changes that are happening, even if my weight is standing still.
Surrendering my resistance to weighing and measuring has made my life much easier. It's like surrending my will to God. If I can just quit kicking and screaming for 30 seconds, He might be able to show me which direction He wants me to go.
I don't think the cats will be surrendering any time soon.