I’ve been fighting the scale my entire life. We’ve argued, we’ve celebrated, we’ve cried, we’ve made up, but our favorite thing to do is fight.
I’ve relied on that number glowing back at me (or being pointed at) for as long as I can remember. I’ve never had a good relationship with the scale. I rarely like what it had to tell me. In fact, 9 times out of 10, I was so upset after getting off the scale my day was ruined (that might be a bit dramatic…)
Even going to a doctor’s appointment has become a battle. The first thing I’m asked when I visit my doctor is ‘Can we get a weight for you?’ Unless I’m going for my annual physical, the answer is no. You don’t need to get a weight for me if I’m there for a sinus infection.
This time last year, I was convinced my scale was lying to me. I saw a number looking back at me that I swore I would never see again. I was angry. I was mad. I was depressed. I was upset. I was in disbelief.
The number was wrong. The scale was WRONG. I tried to reason with it. This can’t be true.
But it was true. I was in denial. I had added nearly 40 more pounds to a frame that had managed to get down to a healthy weight just a couple of years prior. I stopped talking to my scale. We weren’t friends anymore.
Here we are a year later. I’ve worked out (not as consistently as I should have), I’ve cleaned up my diet (not as much as I should..but I will!). And I’m determined (more so than ever). But most importantly, I’m learning to not fight my scale.
Our relationship has improved. I no longer blame my scale for the number looking back at me. After all, it’s just the messenger. I know my scale is not ‘off’ and is registering the wrong weight (it’s digital). I know my scale is not out to sabotage me and ruin my life (Actually, the jury is still out on that one…)
What I do know?
I am the only one responsible for my weight. And I’m learning to love me for me. All 190 pounds of me. And instead of focusing on how awful I may feel, I’m focusing on exercise and eating healthy. And I know my body, and the scale, will love that.
In the end, I know I will lose the weight. I know, I’ll get fit and healthy and I know it’s not going to be an easy road, but it will be damn worth it in the end.
What have I learned?
- Focus on building a good relationship with your scale. If you can’t, throw it out. You will drive yourself crazy if you constantly focus on what it’s telling you.
If you can’t part with it, don’t rely on it. Step on it once a week at most. Even less is better.
Judge your body by how you feel, and how your clothes fit.
And when you do step on the scale, you’ll no longer feel the need to fight it.