One-derland revisited

So after last week’s scale meltdown my first inclination was to never set foot on a scale again. It doesn’t motivate me, doesn’t make me feel good and it ultimately screws with my head which screws with my workout which makes me MORE, not less, likely to stay in shape.

But…that plan didn’t seem right either. I mean avoiding the scale meant I was giving it some undue power over me. And I didn’t like that. I want to use the scale for what it is – a tool. It is not that mean girl in high school that used to call me fatty. It is not my mother telling me to finish my plate. It is not my first boyfriend who dumped me. It’s a damn machine. It’s job is to give me ONE (of many) ways to measure my progress. 

Soooo…I decided that I was going to continue weighing weekly. But this week I took a different approach. A friend of mine who works at a gym says she never weighs at her gym because she knows they are lax in calibrating the scale and it can get off pretty quickly. She suggested that if it was going to be a huge mind thing for me, why not swing by my doctor’s office and use their scale. It’s not far from me so I decided to do just that. And…just because I was curious…I wanted to compare the results to what I got on my Wii Fit Balance board that I JUST hooked up.

Hopeful, I stepped on the balance board during the time when all good fitness-types should: first thing in the morning, after I went to the bathroom, nekkid as a jaybird. What the balance board told me would have been a pleasant surprise but I have no trust you see. It told me I weigh 196 lbs. Ok…so let’s see how this all shakes out at the doctor’s office. 

Now my doctor’s office uses one of these really official scales with the mat on the floor and the reader mounted on the wall (it’s super serious). I stepped on THEIR scale, closed my eyes, winced and…it said 194.

I knew it was lying.

But it wasn’t, sayeth the nurse! She’d seen me during my three year post-op (and admonished me for not yet coming in for my FOUR year post op even though I am damn near FIVE years post-op now) and that weight is 8 lbs. LESS than I weighed at my 3 year. So…woot?

For my part, I’m going to keep on with the keeping on. I can’t say I don’t still give the scale undue power. But I’m working on it. I’m happy to know my efforts are not in vain and that my body, for now, does not seem to be a freak of nature. 

Just thought I’d follow up since my display of histrionics last week even alarmed me. Thanks for always being here to pull me back off the ledge.

 
Woooooo Hoooooooo. . .you go Nik!!!! 

Thanks. Only 22 lbs to go until I get back to my low weight! But that's better than the 30 lbs. to go I started out with, right?

 
You know it!!!!!  Every pound counts 

Yay you!

Way to go Nik.  I am happy that all your hard work is paying off.

Way to go, Nik! I bet that felt great.

I was weighing in daily and being frustrated to the point that my husband was ready to throw the scale out the window. I resolved in July to not weigh myself for a month and realized how much less anxious I felt. I still haven't stepped on the scale, but I plan to do so by the end of August so I can track it along with weightlifting progress. Eeep!

That little machine can drive us NUTS!

Well both you and I are doing things we know are good for our bodies. So loss or no loss, I am going to practice contentment. My body thanks me for my workouts each and every day.

Congrats on the 8 lbs. lost and re-entry into onederland! Awesome news for you!

Way to go!!