During the Great Purge of 2013, I got rid of my scale.
We were moving out of one big rental property into a small tiny rental, awaiting the construction to be finished on our dream home. All the “stuff” that one acquires in life was therefore being put into a storage container – all of our furniture, our off-season clothing, toys, kitchen appliances, shoes, skis, bikes, and things were being carefully placed into storage.
It was worse than moving.
Not only was I packing things away that I was hoping I wouldn’t need for the next 6 months, but the knowledge that I would then have to move them INTO my home and unpack 6 months later – it gave me nightmares.
So instead of blindly packing everything away I purged. I sold. I donated.
Anything and everything that seemed useless or unnecessary. Clothing, shoes, furniture, electronics, DVDs, Barbie dream houses – things kids hardly played with, books I never read – all the CLUTTER that one acquires was quickly sold thanks to Facebook Buy & Sell pages and Craigslist. Anything that wasn’t sold was quickly donated or recycled.
The scale was one of those items.
The weight didn’t magically come off. I would spend a week or two being “good” on a diet, adding a little bit of exercise, then drinking and eating out on weekends – and repeat. Since the summer I have been adding more whole foods to my diet, eating a lot less sugar but to my amazement the only pants that fit in my closet were of the yoga variety.
Why was the weight not magically coming off?
I was yo-yoing – I could tell by the way my clothes fit. One week a pair of jeans would fit, the next I was afraid I’d rip them because of the way I had ballooned.
I think to be serious about my weight loss I need to have a scale. I need to see the numbers going down, I need to see that something is working – or not working.
I understand water weight, I know muscle ways more than fat, I am not going to be jumping on my scale every 2 hours – but right now I am the largest weight I have ever been. And that’s nothing to joke about.
Getting rid of my scale might have helped me clear out my house, but it didn’t help me understand what I was doing to my body.
My husband and I are both starting a diet and exercise plan, we are both motivated to make healthy changes in our lives, and I’m hoping that I don’t struggle too much with it.