One of the things that’s been on my mind lately re: the scale is how many times it’s completely derailed me. How many times have I spent two solid weeks eating really well, exercising the crap out of my body, drinking gallons of water, only to find that I’ve actually gained a pound? And is there anything more demoralizing than that? My reaction then is usually to throw up my hands and wonder why the hell am I even trying? There’s no point to healthy eating and exercise, clearly, we might as well eat an entire pizza in one sitting.
I know there aren’t many other ways to track minute changes in weight, but honestly, the scale has made me feel worse more than it’s made me feel better, and when it makes me feel worse I tend to treat my body very poorly, so honestly, it’s just counter-productive at this point. I care so much less about the number on the scale than I do about being able to run for 30 minutes, or having stronger arms. And lately, I don’t know that I even care as much about fitting into smaller clothing (more on that in a later comic). I mean, if I’m biking fifteen miles a day, eating pretty well, running and lifting weights, and my body still wants to be this size, maybe I’m tired of fighting it. Maybe I’d rather channel that energy in other, more productive directions.
Re: this: “I care so much less about the number on the scale than I do about being able to run for 30 minutes, or having stronger arms. ” – I relate, and I think it’s a good thing. I got rid of my scale maybe 7 or 8 years ago now, and I don’t miss it at all. For a while, years ago now, whenever I was visiting a friend or relative who had a scale, I’d have a moment of angst about whether to get on it or not, but now I don’t even really think about it.
Plus your scale has been lying to you (and probably cheating) for years. Trust me it has no loyalties. I definitely think you should break up. :)
+1 for sink kitteh!
Bravo to you! Ignore those numbers, and be happy with what you can do.
Yeah, put that scale in the trash. I’ve never regretted it.
Also a lot of your weight may be like… muscles.
I think I must have used my bathroom scales all of 3 or 4 times (luckily, they were cheap). I go by whether I can still button up my tightest work clothes to determine if I need to change my celery-lard balance more towards the left or if I can include a little more of the right… :)
next goal is to find enough spare time to fit in some kind of exercise. particularly the type that doesn’t involve going outside in freezing weather and ruining my lungs, or paying money I don’t have on gym visits…
If I may suggest a wonderful, furry (or spangly) replacement?
http://voluptuart.com/other-goodies-yay-scales-c-7_22.html
I’ve seen some how to’s floating around, too! I’d like a scale that told jokes or something, maybe a fortune cookie scale?