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I am not a scale person. Although I own a scale (second ever – the first one broke when I slid it across the kitchen floor last year), I do not stand on it six thousand times a day. Maybe two or three times a month.

Today I stood on it and it read I had lost 15lbs. I was SUPER STOKED. But…I had an inner child screaming: move the scale! move the scale! So…I moved the scale. Three inches.

Damn thing said I weighed 15lbs more than I did three inches earlier!

Never did I want to whip an object out of the window quite as desperately as I wanted to at 7:30 this morning.

I don’t know how other women do it. I read posts and stories online all the time about how so-and-so weighs three pounds more now than they did two hours ago; a few post what the scale reflects after they…um…you know…”go”; others on and off and on and off an on and off. Good God. I never hear about guys doing that…do guys do that??

So…I shoved the stupid, effing Square of Despair back in the corner next to the laundry bin and hopped in the shower (Gonna wash that scale right outta my hair). I usually feel better after a long hot shower. Wasn’t the case this morning, I was incredibly bothered by the entire episode – all three inches of it.

Then there’s the whole clothing issue. I’ve got one pair of jeans I wear on a regular basis, the others are too big. I can’t seem to get rid of them because…well…what if…(tends to play out like a Rodgers & Hammerstein musical). My friend, Anne, pointed out two weeks ago this particular pair of jeans were too big. I had a pair of jeans hidden in a drawer – well, actually I had TWO pair of hidden jeans. The second pair are skinny jeans. I can’t wear them in public. I just laugh and laugh and laugh. I pulled the non-skinny jeans.

I about died. I got one leg in and didn’t get the “we’re too tight, not going up” message, got the other leg in with the same result. After I got them up I stared at myself in the mirror, found a tank top and whipped out my iPhone.

This is when I started my weight loss journey:

When I Began

Before & After – 2 years apart

15 months apart

slotmachineIf you are one of the hundred of thousands of women who jump on and off of a scale multiple times (i.e. all.day.long.), here’s a tip: install a quarter slot on the wall above the scale. Every time you step on the scale, insert a quarter. Bet you’re a millionaire by the end of the day.

Well, maybe not.

In addition to the rapid weight loss experienced by post-ops during the first year to year and a half after weight loss surgery, the need to weigh oneself constantly throughout the day (every day) can (and usually does) become a substantial problem. It’s called scale obsession, and we allow our attitude for the day to be completely dictated by what number ticks by on the little square under our feet. To some degree it’s a little funny. Seriously – who in the world would have thought scale obsession would be the addiction which replaced cartons of ice cream, quarter pounders, chips, M & M’s or (insert your food of choice here)…

Stand on the scale one too many times and you will allow it to define who you are: Darlin’ you are entirely too fat. Look. At. You. A whole pound in six hours – what were you thinking? Anxiety, negativity, feeling like a failure – none of this is conducive to a healthy body image. We already feel insecure with our body changes, why add to the baggage cart? Your weight will fluctuate throughout the day due to water weight/retention, a holiday or birthday indulgence (or chocolate attack at the office), pooping (yes…pooping), muscle mass, etc.

I am not a scale person – it doesn’t portray a clear picture of my weight loss.  The 33.5 inches I’ve lost in the last 24 months do.

Before you step on your scale again take a picture of yourself, then place it next to the picture of your former self. No scale can make you feel that good.