Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Separation Anxiety
I admit it, I'm a slave to the scale. I weight myself pretty much every day. I think at one point, when trying to break the habit, I went about 5 days without weighing myself but then fell off the wagon. With the taper underway and not running nearly as much, I've been worried about eating my normal amount of food for fear of gaining weight. Knowing this is not the time to cut back as I'm fueling up for the marathon, I decided to have Andy hide the scale. He snuck into the bathroom while I was showering on Sunday and took it. It's only been 2 days and it's driving me crazy. Every time I walk by the bathroom I notice that it's not there, tucked nicely into it's home between the toilet and vanity. I never realized how often I acknowledged it's presence!! This morning when I woke up, I decided to take today as one of my off days this week and not run. My first instinct was to weigh myself (because I don't know, deciding not to run made me gain weight...?? Crazy.) but I couldn't. I'm so tempted to find the scale, but I'm trying my best to suppress the urge to snoop. I could easily find it, sneak in a quick weighing and then put it back where I found it. You see, from a very early age I learned how to snoop from my older sister, Jeanette. She was a pro at finding all the Christmas presents, opening them up to take a look and putting them right back where they came from. I was never allowed to touch the presents myself, but sat by her side while she pulled them out one by one. If it wasn't for confessing this to my mom years ago, I'd probably still not be able to write about it. Anyway, I'm struggling. I miss my scale.
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My scale's been known to give me a rude surprise, so I diligently ignore it. Until now.
Funny, now that I'm on a taper, I have been trying to keep track to make sure that I'm not going too crazy with the food-loading.
Have a good off day!
HAHA my sister and I used to snoop all the time for the Christmas gifts. We only found some one year. Then about two years ago our parents told us that they noticed we found them that year and from then on they always hid them in the neighbors barn. Sneaky parents.
Hey!!! Should I be embarrassed or proud? Probably proud. It was a skill! But I'm ready. I won't let that happen to me with the boys.
I think a lot of us are addicted to that little beast. But resist! You can bust it out after the race.
I'm a slave to my scale, too! I step on it first thing in the morning (to get my optimal weight) and sometimes at night, to see how badly I did that day. And definitely after a run. We have 2... mine and his. After I moved in, we never got rid of one. Mine is better, though, for sure!
Ok, I think your addiction to the scale is worst than mine, though..
I'm about 15 minutes from the beach - I think that's close enough to the shore.
Last Christmas was the first time I saw the chocolate-drizzled Johnson's Popcorn - talk about sinful.
Oh, & since I do a lot of running on the OC boardwalk, I always have to smell that caramelly popcorn goodness right after mile 1.
I,too check the scale regularly.
I'm down about 10+ lbs, since July , and the start of my marathon training.
That's for checking out my blog.
I'm adding yours to my faves.
The unwrapping of presents in hiding is a skill. Only a skill one can develop when you are young. :D I did the same thing because it posed a challenge...am I going to get caught? or not??? lol
I'm a scale whore. I've accepted it. The only therapy is running. Run on! :D
My parents would just lock the presents in the trunks of their cars, so I never developed well honed snooping skills. I guess I need to remember this post when I have to hide stuff from you...
My parents would just lock the presents in the trunks of their cars, so I never developed well honed snooping skills. I guess I need to remember this post when I have to hide stuff from you...
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