I have a Brokeback Mountainesque obsession with scales when I’m on a weight-loss journey, in that, I just can’t quit them. Not weighing myself daily causes an internal struggle. I need the constant affirmation that I am on track, and doing well. I assume this quirk started in grade school with the need for high grades and praise. I’m not bigger than my ego, and I know it. I might not be super proud of it, but I know it.
I’m finishing up my first two weeks being in ketosis again. I pee on my ketostix on a ridiculously regular basis (read: almost every time I have to let the flow go), and have not slipped out of ketosis yet. I’m proud of this as living the low-carb/high-fat lifestyle is not the simplest thing to do, especially in a society that still believes that the low-fat lifestyle is the best diet for everyone.
I have a difficult time staying mentally on track after long plateaus or slight gains, which happens more often than not, as I seem to get the good ol’ keto-constipation (TMI? nah- we’re all friends now) on the regular. For instance, I’m currently carrying around a pound of meat from 3 days ago, plus whatever I’ve devoured since then. I was really hoping that I would have been able to pass it by this morning’s weigh-in. Alas, that was not the case, therefore my weigh-in this morning was disheartening, and I have turned to Superman-strong black coffee to try to get the train moving (so to speak).
I suppose the plus-side to having a less-than-stellar weigh in this week is that next week’s should be amazing! *knock on wood*
How do you deal with your journey, tracking your days, and your milestones?