Tales of Woe from the Scales (Yes, Scales)
May 15, 2007
I bought a new scale this morning. After stepping on it, I’m thinking of taking it back.
For those of you who weren’t here last Tuesday, I’m part of the May Day Weigh Challenge over on Tales from the Scales. So every Tuesday I have to post how I’ve done the past week. For those of you who find that to be too much information, feel free to read other posts.
For those of you who care, I gained a pound this week. I think.
My old scale really did deserve to go into the trash. The glass cover had broken off two or three years ago, taking with it the marker that pointed to the exact pound. I’d drawn a line along the top of the scale so I could see how much I weighed, but that’s even wearing away.
So if I was going to be serious about this getting in shape thing, it really was time for a new scale.
Except that the new scale tells me I weigh 3 pounds more than the other scale.
If I want to gain 3 to 5 pounds in one day, I can do that at the doctor’s office, thank you, not in my own bathroom! That’s so wrong!
But it seems I have no choice. So I’m trying to get over the evilness of the new scale, count it as my friend (yeah, right), and move forward. Just not forward to the chocolate cupboard.
And I’m actually not frustrated over the one pound weight gain (based on the first scale). I did have a birthday last week and Mother’s Day and received a dark chocolate Dove bar at church so I had a few days of some really good eats. I tried to be careful and not overdo it, did a pretty good job with that, but I’m trying to be realistic — life changes, not deprivation that leads to binges.
And I exercised 3 times last week. Yippee! I still have certain regions of my body that hurt from my Saturday night work out, but that gives me the excuse of claiming that extra pound as muscle since muscle DOES weigh more than fat.
Now I’m off to exercise with a friend. Maybe that’ll aleviate my issues with the scale from the dark side.