10/15: I'd Like You To Meet My Friend. Scale.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
For about seven years, I never went near a scale. I was afraid of what it would say. It was just better to not know. I could pretend that I wasn't busting out of yet another size and I figured if my weight got out of hand my friends and family loved me enough to tell me so.
Then I had the "experience". Everyone has one. It's that moment where you realize something has to change. The first thing I did after mine was buy a scale because I had to know what I was up against. It was, in the least, a devastating moment that resulted in me hiding the evil thing under my bed. It got worse a few months later when, after yet another failed diet, I dug it out and was up twenty pounds. It was hard but I started to understand that the conversation I was having with the scale was somehow important.
For me, the scale is that friend that calls it like she sees it. She sees through my excuses and justifications and calls me out. She makes me be truthful with myself. She's not gentle, either, and if I go whining to her, she tells me to put my helmet back on and get in the game. Sometimes I love her, sometimes I hate her, but I know what I would be without her. (Think all those celebrities that had meltdowns because no one ever told them how it is).
I weigh myself every morning. Some might have an issue with this, but, hey, it works for me. Sometimes my friend calls me out on the pizza, beer, and absent workout by going up. Sometimes she rewards me for getting all my vegetables and the mileage I racked up, by dropping. Either way, at least she's honest with me.
P.S. My scale is pink and her name is Jessica!