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Two Pound Prayer

I am going to share something with you that I am a little ashamed of sharing, but I know I am not the only one that has done it.

Right before I step on the scale once a week, I pray for a two pound loss. I deem it my 'Two Pound Prayer'!

As silly as that sounds I did this for a really long time. I would take a deep breath, close my eyes, step on the scale and pray there was a loss. Finally the stress of that got to me. Weight fluctuates daily, and it can jump up to 5 pounds depending on where you are in your cycles (if female) or how much water you are retaining. I was driving myself nuts watching that number. I was obsessing over it. I stepped on that darn thing every time I walked by it.

Then Dustin made the comment that it had become a permanent fixture to my feet and  I realized I had formed an unhealthy relationship with the scale. I decided to put it away and join the local SAA...Scale Addicts Anonymous.

I hopped on MyFitnessPal and started trolling the forums for things related to my problem. The more I read the more it began to sink in that I was not the only one with this problem, and that there was a better way to track my weight loss...one that is way more accurate and one that is a whole lot more healthy for you mentally! Want to know what that is...

Take weekly measurements with a measuring tape!



You should measure around your neck, chest, upper arm, forearm, wrist, waist (at navel and narrowest point), hips (at widest point), thighs, and finally the calf. Even though the scale is moving SUPER SLOW, the inches are melting off, which means that I am losing body fat! I have lost 50% of the body fat I need to lose in order to be in a healthy body fat range. That is a lot especially when you compare that to the measley 40 pounds I have lost (still proud of that though).

Either way the take away from this is to stop obsessing over the scale and pull out that tape measure. Hold that darn thing accountable for your success...because that scale is an evil sucker that will lie to you every time!

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