Destruction!!
Okay, so I have “scale syndrome”….I’ve been using the scale to determine my progress…and since I have a scale war going on, this is not good. See, I had a little…moment….this weekend, a brief period of insanity and I ended up destroying things for fun. Heh. Yeah, it was fun all right.
A little background on the destruction though, so I don’t seem so…freaky insane. See, I have three scales in my house. One I’ve been using since I started and it’s the one I always use. But then I had a bit of a freak out…going…maybe the scale is wrong!! *gasp* Maybe the tape measure is lying! Maybe I weigh so much I broke the freaking thing. So, still not too badly freaked out, I figure, hey I’ve got two other scales…I’ll see what they say. The result? Not good. One said I weighed MORE than what I started at, 289 pounds the first time, and then 267 the second. And the other? Well, it said I weighed 358 pounds. The first time. The second, 126. And while I liked the second number more, I figured the first was more likely. But neither could possibly be right.
Instead of taking the one that always says the same weight no matter how many times a a day I weigh myself on it…I panicked. Flipped right out. I had to spaz out on my husband, who calmly said…see what it says for the girls. RIGHT! Why didn’t I think of that? Apparently my four year old weighs 189 pounds. Or 326. Or 15. Ooooooorr….maybe she weighs 42…repeatedly, on my “normal” scale??
So…I got upset with the stupid scales for taunting my paranoia. And I had a long talk with them over a hammer. Who knew there were so many parts to these things??
The conclusion of this ramble? Don’t let scales be the “be all end all.” The inches count. How your clothes are fitting, counts. How you can walk up the stairs without having an intermission half way up, counts. How I can see all of stomach now, when that was never possible before…counts. There’a lot of ways to measure progress….this week I’m going to measure my progess not in pounds…but in how I stick to my eating and exercising plan, and not slacking off.
That counts. Most. (to me)
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oh, chai, you do make me giggle - 1. because you are such a funny, real writer and 2. because i can picture myself doing the same things. glad you had a littel scale demolition. there are too many of them in the world anyway! you know, my scale is a little freaky, too, but i figure if i keep going back to that one and it keeps going down (or up now) then it must be right. the numbers may not be exactly accurate, but it’s generally matching with how my pants and shirts and jackets feel. onward and upward for me, onward and downward for you! now hand that hammer over to your husband and get jumping! ps - do we need to do a coffee intervention on you? LOL
You know, when I first started reading this I was thinking “I am going to be disappointed in my best buddy!” *gasp!* That just isn’t allowed. I was gonna pick up my walking shoes and start my trek to Canada, but then you redeemed yourself! Not only am I not disappointed in you…I am SO FREAKING PROUD OF YOU! Why you ask? For taking your own advice. YOU were the one that told ME not to concentrate on the scale. Get out the measuring tape! But with all of that being said, WHY OH WHY are you frustrated with your scale? Have you looked at your graph lately? Have you seen how close you are to your goal? Do you remember how quickly you surpassed your mini goal? It’s a good thing you took the hammer to the scales and not to Malc’s head…I thought we had a core challenge this weekend and now I find out that you did an upper body challenge again with swinging the hammer!
Again, I just gotta say how proud I am of you and how much I love having you as a buddy! You are the best!
Chai,
You crack me up!!! YOu are doing wonderful!!!
Jenn
SO TRUEE. scales scales scales. one time i cried because of a scale. it was actually about a week or two ago actually. i made the mistake of putting it on the rug, and weighing myself….it made me weigh thirty pounds more than i actually do. pretty scary. i cried and cried and threw out junk food, and contemplated moving away, until i decided to read the instructions. clearly printed on the back of the box in bright red were the words: DO NOT PUT SCALE ON RUG, IT MAY AFFECT ACCURACY. but now i know how to use it…
haha you are hilarious! I totally know the scale drama….I’ve had plenty myself! My two tell me all sorts of crazy things. My scale will be lucky if it lasts another month with it having the same hammer fate as yours :-p