The Decision Not to Weigh

I decided about a month ago to seriously cut down on my weighing.  Back when I was really attacking my weight loss, getting on the scale could have so much power over me.  It would make or break my mood for the day and although I was only "supposed" to be officially weighing once a week, I was often stepping on the scale at all hours of the day just see how I was doing.

The week before I went skydiving, I was crazy about the scale, jumping on every time I was in my bathroom or the weight room at the gym, mainly because I was concerned about being too close to the weight limit.  Ever since that week, I haven't really been weighing at all, and it has been wonderful.  But along with not weighing, for me at least, comes gaining weight.  If I'm not weighing I'm much more lax and ready to overeat.  Not good.

So during a semi-diet reboot back in July, I decided that I would only weigh once a month, on the Friday closest to the first of the month.  As a whole, I'm loving it.  I love not being ruled by the scale.  I am, however, worried that once a month is not really enough to keep me accountable.  I'm going to give it a go for a few months at least before I make a final decision. Goodness knows I have not been nearly as strict in my diet in recent months as I was when I was losing pounds steadily and weighing like it was going out of style.

So we'll see...the question of how often to weigh shall remain unanswered for me, for now...