I’ve thought a lot recently about Justin’s recent post “Stay off the Scale.” In theory, I would love to agree with everything he said (editor’s note to Justin: I’m going to only partially throw you under the bus here. Please don’t raise my membership fee. Or make me do extra burpees.). Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to wholeheartedly endorse everyone throwing their scales in the trash can.
The problem is I know that if I myself did that, my weight’d shoot up 20 pounds by the end of the month. That’s not an exaggeration. And not only would I balloon up, I’d be really miserable, too.
I am aware that I am more than the sum of my weight and the inches around my waist. I know that there are many other indicators — other than weight — that comprise my overall health. The thing is, I kind of enjoy weighing myself — and not because I ever like or agree with the number that the scale displays. But I do like concrete, tangible information. I like knowing exactly how much I weigh and how many inches around my waist is. Why? No idea. I’m kinda broken, if you haven’t already figured that out. But for me, how tight or loose my pants are or how I feel physically at any given moment is not concrete enough information to keep my mind from freaking out.
Obviously and thankfully, not everyone is like me. What’s important is for you to figure out what’s right for you. If you could not care less about your weight and want to feel good and look good, then please, do throw your scale in the trash, post haste. If you like numbers and don’t develop a stress or eating disorder while carefully monitoring your weight, then keep your scale.
Find what makes you — not necessarily happy because that’s a moving target — but at least content.