Getting Rid of My Weight Scale

I've been moving from one place to another the last month or so, and in that process, I (or actually Alex) packed my weight scale away somewhere, meaning I haven't been able to check my weight for the last month.

Since I was in New York for a couple of weeks, indulging on their big portions and delicious desserts they do so well over there, I have been quite anxious for the day I see another weight scale. Yes, I've been exercising, but is it enough? Even though I still fit into the same clothes, there is always a nebulous number that hangs over me that might make me cringe when that day comes.

I think I have this anxiety because I had stopped losing weight for a few months, even though I kept the strict 1,500 kcal a day. On top of that, I was probably burning anywhere between 500-1000 kcal a day since I exercised and walked 10,000 steps everyday. But my weight loss stopped there. Since then, I've been eating a bit more "normally," and have actually maintained my weight. I now eat carbohydrates at night and indulge on sweet stuff. But the fact that for months I couldn't shed a pound makes me worry.

At the end of the day though, if my clothes fit and I look the same, maybe I don't have anything to worry about. Yet, the thought of the numbers do haunt me. I'll see if when I go back to Tokyo in a few days and have an access to a weight scale, what happens.

First dinner in NYC... This pizza was supposedly for two people. Numero 28 Pizzeria was delicious.

I LOVE DESSERTS. So much creativity in NYC and from the Spot Dessert Bar.

Delicious Galette from Galette Cafe in Paris. I definitely tasted the difference between London Galettes from Mamie's (no offense).

Of course - Porterhouse Steak. From West Side Steakhouse, NYC.

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