Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Scale

This post was inspired by post at Reborn Foodie's blog, who also included the video below.
I've been working hard the last couple weeks on how I think about my scale.

If you're like me, you have a love/hate relationship with it.

When it tells you good news which seems to affirm your hard work, you love it.
When it tells you bad news which seems to negate your hard work, you hate it.

The scale is both hard reality and a fickle bitch.
(sorry, I couldn't think of another way of saying that)

It's difficult to argue with.
It doesn't listen to your arguments.
It says what it thinks and then shuts down.
But sometimes, it doesn't tell you everything you need to know.
Sometimes it's very limited in its "truth-telling."

I love what is said at the end of this video:

The scale weighs EVERYTHING on it...
fat, organs, bones, water, poop

The scale DOESN'T measure your will,
how many old habits you broke or
new, healthier habits you started.
It doesn't know the effort you put in
at the gym and it doesn't care.

The scale doesn't have any
idea of how hard you're trying,
how many times you overcame
and got "back on" when you felt like
giving up all together.

It can't measure your drive or your
determination.  Only you can do that.


Easier said than done, I know.
But it's a nice reminder that the scale is not the be-all and end-all 
of your healthier-living progress and success.
Hang in there if the scale isn't reflecting what you want it to right now.
Find other ways of measuring your success:
inches lost, endurance gained, habits broken, effort made and determination mustered.

It can - and WILL - be done!!


  1. I hate the scale! I am a slave to it, so I just try not to get on it very often. I also thank my lucky stars some days that our bathroom is not big enough to house the scale, so my scale is actually in the kitchen on the main floor. Most mornings, I don't have the time to run down, step on it, and run back upstairs before getting ready for work.

  2. And a woot-woot for that one. I remember watching an episode of Celebrity Fit Club from the US a few years ago. They had the Snapple lady on. All her life she thought she was supposed to weigh a certain amount because of what charts said about her height. She always beat herself up that she could never seem to get there.

    At one point in the show they did some sort of assessment- I only saw the results so I don't know exactly what they did. BUT, it was determined that she could NEVER weigh what the charts said because HER basic mass- bones, and organs, not fat and muscle- was so close to the chart weight she would have to be nothing but bones and organs to be that weight. I remember she wept when she found out.

    For me, according to charts, I should be about 130lbs. I could be that if I had no muscle. My body is happiest at about 140-150. Any less than 140 and it's a SUPER struggle to stay there.

    SO, weight and scales...I only let them guide me now, not dictate.