Whenever I’m on a diet, I weigh myself about 10 times a day. I take note of how much I gain with meals and how much I lose from getting stuck doing manual labor for the day. I don’t normally weigh myself at night because I keep the scale in the office. Yesterday, I finaly broke down and purchased a new electronic scale for the house. Now the first thing I found out is that my old office scale was 3 pounds lighter which is no big deal. At 247 I was really 250 but I was too fat to fuck ( TFTF). At 235, I was really 238 but this is the weight where I was no longer TFTF, and my LAS, Sharts and farts disappeared.
Where my new ability to night time weight watch got interesting was documenting what I did to myself after I left work. During the course of the day, I ate and drank enough to get to 228 which was 225 on the old scale. After a few glasses of wine at a water front beach resort, we had steak San Marco on a bed of noodles with salad on the side washed down with a bottle of wine. My weigtht at bed time was 232. Thank god for weight plateaus. When I woke up and SSS, I was a mere 227 on the new scale, 223 on the old (BMI = 34).
Now that I have access to a night time scale, I might cut back on cocktails and dinner. (Ha) Remember, The only goal I have is to live a long and healthy rest of my life and not be limited by weight in anything I do. Now this is a double edged sword. If I get obsessively anorexic – I can’t enjoy food or wine and the lounges of resort hotels. If I get bloated and out of shape, I can’t try new stuff like hang gliding, zip sliding or white water rafting; and god forbid I get TFTF again.