Ring, Ring, Ring…Hello Metabolism…where the hell are you?

I’m very frustrated.  I’m so mad I actually kicked the scale this morning.  And I don’t mean a little kick…I literally kicked it into the wall. I think Eric is a little afraid of me now.  Eric has threatened to take my scale away (if it still works after I kicked). Why was I so mad?  Well, let me tell you.  After running the 6 miles on Saturday, I followed that up with 3 miles of running Sunday morning and over a 2 mile walk Sunday night.  Last night I spent 30 minutes on the elliptical and 10 minutes on the stationery bike.  Not only did I do all that exercise and burn all those calories, I have pretty much limited my diet to around 1500 calories.  This morning when I weighed myself I gained weight.  WTF!  I admit it, I do what everybody says don’t do, I weigh myself every day.  I have to, if I don’t I lose all accountability and eat all I want and that isn’t good either.  I need to know every day and it isn’t just every day, it is multiple times a day.  I guess I’m obsessive compulsive.  I have an illness.  But really if Eric took my scale away, I think that would be more devastating to me then gaining weight after pounding all those miles this weekend.  So I’m very frustrated.  Ring, Ring, Ring…Hello Metabolism…where the hell are you?