Sunday, October 20, 2013
I threw away my scale. It became necessary. I weighed myself regularly and was quite pleased to see improvement from day to day. The problem came when I went to the doctor and found that the doctor's scale was 20 pounds less kind than mine.
I didn't think much of it, but then my son-in-law came in and asked if my scale was right. I told him I didn't think so. He was also disappointed. My son tried it out and assured me he hadn't weighed 140 since high school. I went and invited my daughter to give it a try thinking it would be a fun moment for her. By the time she got to my bathroom, the adults in my house weighed between 30 and 40 pounds each. My 10 year old weighed 15 pounds and my teenage son weighed 20.
I'll admit that these are not overly large people, but clearly my scale had become a useless tool. So, I threw away my insincere and fickle friend.
That was two weeks ago. Since then I've considered investing in a new scale. But I've been thinking about all the reasons a scale might not be the very best tool for monitoring success. I've pondered on the fact that my trusty tape measure never varies. An inch is always an inch (barring user error).
I think I'll stick with the tape measure for a while and focus on diet victories and exercise accomplishments. I can always go visit the doctor's scale if I really want to know what it has to say.