Playing the Numbers and the Fickle Scale

This is utterly ridiculous, and part of me knows that. But...

Originally my goal was 135-40. Got there, got happy. Woohoo & all that. Then I got on the scale one day to see 134. Whoa! I instantly changed my ideal zone to 130-135. Another Woohoo! Yeehaaaaa, I rule, I am the Atkins Queen, I am...

Disgusted. 136! What sort of a garbage disposal must I be? I am the world's biggest FAILURE and I am GROSS and must be destroyed. Now.

Which is stupid, because the week previous, 136 would have been in the LOW end of my range. And on we go.
The usual binging around, up a few, down a few. One day in late July last year, I saw a miracle. 132. Astonishing! Fabulous! Incredible! I LOVE my scale! It loves me!

The very next day it said 134. I am a blob.

132 and 134 duked it out for quite a while, nearly a year, until about 3 weeks ago when a new contender came to call.
130.

I don't think I want to speak to him. Where's he been for the last year?

And the next day?

Wait. Wait, 130! Where did you go? You were supposed to knock 134 out! I don't love him anymore!

Well, 130 is a blasted tease. He's visited me thrice more these last couple weeks, two days in a row once. During TOM, no less. He's really causing problems in my previously solid relationship with 132. [Ed: TOM = Time of Month. Sorry, boys.]

130, my love, I swear I will be faithful forever, if just once you let me see your friend 128...

Does it make that much difference? In my brain, it does. Still wearing all the same clothes, more or less. Don't really look any different, but it's so slow I wouldn't notice anyway. But those numbers! They are fickle. I am fickle. I love them until I meet their better looking friends, LOL! Fourteen months ago, I was the WORLD'S HOTTEST BABE at 136. If I saw 136 tomorrow I'd probably go play in traffic. And I know it's dumb! We know how silly we are about those numbers!

What's really funny is if I go up, and I know I've been eating well and cranking up the workouts, I can ignore it. Of course it's muscle. But if that naughty number catches me in the wrong mood, well, a FAT DAY is at hand.

Even when we get to our goals our minds can still mess with us. We must be triumphant, and not let our brains get us down!
Be strong!

- Stacie  222/130 today.  Who knows what tomorrow will bring? [Ed: Start/Current Weight]

For the record, I've been in maintenance mode for just short of a year and a half now. When I got to that 135-40 range, I stopped trying to keep losing; that weight was OK for me. These last 6 pounds, over the last year, have been the old bod finding its own way. I feed it well and exercise, and figure it knows where it should land. It surely has more sense than I do!