Oops I Weighed Myself

I weighed myself today for the first time in 2.5 years.

Today, I weigh 154 lbs (70 kg) which means my bmi is 29,1.  (For the reference, I’m 5 ft 1 inches tall and I weighed 134 lb on February 9th 2008). I’m a plumped-up office worker indeed.  🙂

So far I have measured my “inch loss success” by taking photos of myself wearing my goal jeans. It has worked pretty well, but of course I’ve been curious about my weight.


I stopped weighing myself simply because I was so tired of being a slave to the scale. Three years ago I learned to eat healthily and was very frustrated when my weight didn’t budge even though I could fit into smaller clothes. (That’s what happens when you lose weight at a very moderate pace and improve your diet instead of just “dieting”).

So, for a couple of years I’ve been blithely oblivious about my real weight. After 2.5 years, early menopause, runner’s knee and one clinical depression, I put on 20 pounds.  Seems I’ve been on a real weight gain program!

My weight gain does explain some things – why I hate photos taken of me. But it’s also interesting to notice, that despite my weight gain I’ve felt better and better in my body. That’s thanks to my exercise habit and relatively healthy eating. I’m feeling great but not looking so good on the outside.

I'm not stretching, I just try to prevent my niece from taking an unflattering photo of me!

Weighing myself is a definitely a wake-up call.

What I’m worried about now is my attempt to learn intuitive eating – regular weigh ins and intuitive eating really don’t go well together. It’s difficult to maintain a normal relationship to eating and food if you obsess about the figures on your scale.

Do I transform into an obsessed, unhappy dieter again?  I guess only time will show!

Best Wishes,