That is the word that I would use to describe my relationship with the scale. Weighing myself is always a loaded experience for me. It goes beyond whether or not I will be pleased or displeased with the number staring back at me. More often than not, those blinking, back-lit digits will determine my feelings about life, the universe, and everything. How unfortunate it is that a 5-second revelation every Wednesday morning can leave me feeling elated or depressed, attractive or ugly, confident or feeling worthless.
I imagine that many other women feel the same way. I know several who have sworn off the scale for exactly this reason. Instead of letting a number validate their feelings, they prefer to judge their health via less rigid means: the way their pants fit, how they feel, how they look in the mirror. I don’t argue that this is probably the (mentally) healthier approach.
Unfortunately, I think that only works if you’re in a place where you’re already content with your pant size or how you feel or how you look. I’m not. I still want to drop another size or two, I don’t feel great about how I look all the time (though granted, I’m more and more content with it every day!), and I don’t have the self-awareness to know when I’ve gained weight based on my reflection (others may call it “denial”, hahaha.) As I’ve found from the past two months of delicious debauchery, steadfast scale-ignoring, and the subsequent weight that I’ve put back on, I am not in a place where I can forgo this particular frenemy.
The fact of the matter is this: I need to weigh myself to know that I am making progress with my weight loss. When I’ve reached my goal, I can and will reevaluate the ways that I measure my health. Just like I don’t intend on counting calories forever (God forbid! Ugh.), I don’t think I’ll be weighing myself every week for the rest of my life. But, for now, while things are still in progress, this is simply how it’s gotta be.
And so it shall be. As you may recall, my last weigh-in left me staring the stark realization of a 10-pound holiday weight gain. Boo. That said, I’ve been on point with my eating, and I even made it out for a couple of (painful) runs (the plan is in motion!) so let’s see how things measured up!
HUZZAH!! A great start to Weight Loss: The Sequel. A loss like this makes me think that maybe, just maybe, some of my regained pounds were water weight from the onslaught of salt and sugar I had been consuming? Well, even if at first glance that sounds like me being my usual, delusional self, the proof is in the pudding. And the pudding is a 4 pound loss! I am really pleased with this jump, and it definitely makes me feel optimistic about how things are going to go this year. I guess it just goes to show what a little clean eating and a few attempts at running can do, even after months of delicious awfulness!
And now, to continue all this fuzzy feel-goodery, let’s make someone else’s day! The random winner of the Hello Hydration giveaway is…
Congratulations, Lindsay! Shoot me an email and we’ll work out the details! 🙂
What does your relationship with the scale look like?