Wednesday, February 27, 2013
How many times have we been admonished not to get hooked on our bathroom scale. Dozens, at least! I have, in my greater wisdom, ignored that advice for years. I am a scale addict, with my own strange little weigh-in rituals. I weigh first thing in the morning, precisely wearing the same thing (nothing) and before I even swallow my vitamins (that 1/2 cup of water weighs something, after all)! No earrings, my feet in the exact same position...yep...I am a little OCD when it comes to my daily weigh in.
Well....I had been stuck on a plateau for weeks. The scale never budged. I even tried moving my feet to a new position. No luck! I stuck to my regime, however, knowing eventually it should pay off. One morning, it happened. Magically, overnight, I had dropped 6 pounds! Amazing! The next morning another pound was gone. I was over the top--absolutely euphoric. Giddy with joy, I entered the new weight on Sparkpeople, bragged to my sister, pulled out the jeans that I had been planning to wear with my new thinner body....nope....they still didn't fit!
With an uneasy feeling, I decided to inspect my bathroom scale. Underneath was the culprit: somehow, a magazine wedged under one of the feet had messed up the calibration. With trepidation, I waited for the next morning, performed my ritual, and "poof!' was magically 6 pounds heavier.
There must be a moral to this story, but as I sit back and contemplate, I realize that in spite of the momentary giddiness, I managed to stay on track, actually lost a pound, which, while not as exciting as 6 pounds, was still a pound. From now on, I am going to trust my tape measure first! I'd like to tell you that I have learned my lesson and am going to limit my weigh-ins to once weekly, but I don't think I have quite that much willpower...