Of course I know where my scale is, sort of. I know DH hid it for me. But I will say that being on track and nearly angelic, it is hard to not want the "reward" of seeing the scale proclaiming success. Or in the case why I had him take it away, failure. I need to learn to just be with the concept this is my lifestyle. I eat responsibly and no other factor for "rewards" matters. Knowing that I am doing what keeps me healthy should be my reward. Perhaps I need to start chanting it. "I am keeping my health. I am keeping my health/" Maybe soon that will be enough.
On the flip side, it is nice to know that having salty foods won't make me mad the next morning. There is a freedom with that concept. I know my bras are fitting better so at the least, I know I am no longer gaining.
Mind games are interesting when you look at them objectively. I needed a scale fix and why, a reward. Stupid thought process. So it is interesting. I don't hear back from my boss so I figure they don't want me services beyond June 2020. I guess he could be busy but it starting to seem that is the case. Starting Jan 2020, I will begin to look for a telecommuting position because this job has lost its charm.
As an update, I have used my elliptical (really mild resistance) two days in a row while my ankle heals. I've also done the PT exercises because I hate not having my 10K steps per day. Hate hate hate it. At least I'm getting some exercise. Yesterday I did all the strength workout except the curtsy squats and the plies. Those used too much ankle strength. And calf raises were will mostly one leg. At least my left leg will be ready for the ski season.
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