Welcome

It's been a great week.
You were on track every day.
Lots of water, fruits, and veggies.
You didn't even have a slice of that cake that the neighbor brought over.
It's going to be a great weigh-in.

What the...?
That can't be right.

I think everyone who's ever tried to lose weight has had that conversation with themselves.  You know, the one where you were so freaking awesome all week and that gain on the scale make absolutely no sense.  I've gone through that more times than I care to remember.  Maybe most people don't put any thought into that bad number.  I mean, it is just a number after all.  Muscle weighs more than fat.  I'm dropping inches.  It's that time of the month.  The number on the scale doesn't define me.

I'm not one of those people.

When I see that horrible, crappy, no good number on the scale, it totally ruins the week for me.  I figure, if I ate perfect all week and still gained weight, why not eat that Big Mac?  Seriously.  What's it matter if I'm just going to gain anyways?  I might as well eat something that tastes good.

I'm a smart girl.  I know exactly why that number on the scale doesn't matter.  But I swear to God, I do it every single fucking week.

But no more.

Do I want to lose weight?  Sure.  But I would much prefer to lose body fat.  Inches.  A size here and there.  Weight is really not my priority anymore.  I have no idea how much I weigh.  I have no idea how much I've lost.  My only tools are a measuring tape and my jeans.

I threw out my scale.

Welcome to No Weigh in Hell.