Daily Weigher Disease

They say that the first step in recovery is to admit that you have a problem. Here goes. "Hi, my name is Wren and I'm a daily weigher." Talk about a self defeating thing to do. I get up in the morning, pee, strip all of my clothes off and then get on the scale. But I don't look down right away. I close my eyes, repeat over and over the weight that I want to see on the scale and then look down. Now, I know that it's a fact that weight can go up or down all day. I try to always weigh at the same time every day, in the same place. So after being good yesterday, I get on the scale today and it reads one pound heavier than yesterday. WHAT?! I swear I want to scream. And I know that I need to stay off the scale till my official weigh in day on Monday. It's just that I feel like I need that daily reassurance that I'm doing all of this and it's paying off. I'm so impatient. I just want it off NOW. And I want to be a success and I feel like a failure when the scale doesn't do what I think it should. My health coach suggested that I'm not getting enough calories so I'm working on all of her suggestions today. And for the next week to see if I can get back on the right track. And I have to hit the gym today and Friday to make up for missing Monday. The gym in Florence is a nice one, but I just hate to have to go in, change clothes, sweat with people I don't know and then change back into my street clothes. If we wern't having this nasty Oregon Coast weather, I would head to Heceta Lighthouse and hike the trail. Fresh air and exercise might go a long way toward fixing this rotten attitude that I've decided to wake up with this morning.