Late Weigh Day

After decades of yo-yo dieting and being a slave to the scale, I’ve spent the last 6 years in a much more moderate place. Finding recovery for my food addiction changed so many things about the way I live – one of which is how often I step on the scale. These days I weigh myself every first day of each month – no more, but sometimes less (when I forget). My reasons all have to do with moderation and sanity.

I need to know what I weigh on a regular basis so that I don’t have the opportunity to get into denial about my size. Believe me, I’ve spent lots of time there. “These jeans must have shrunk in the dryer!” I also don’t need to know how much I weigh on a daily, hourly, minute-ly basis. Otherwise I’m not only spending my precious time obsessing, but I’m also completely off focus and not on good spiritual grounds. I want to have a nice normal body size, but I do not want it to be the only thing I think about.

Anyway, this month I completely forgot to weigh myself on the 1st. I think a good part of the reason for that was how overwhelmingly busy and distracted I’ve been the past two weeks. However, I think part of it is because I’m really spending a lot less time thinking about how I look. This is huge progress for me because I’ve spent the majority of my life worried about what I look like. Today I’d rather be beautiful in thoughts and actions than in outside appearances. What a concept. Of course, I’ll take the outward beauty, too – don’t get me wrong.

Once I realized I forgot to weigh myself, I decided to do so the following morning – which happened to be today. I got on the scale this morning and discovered that I gained 4 pounds in the last month. Ack! How did that happen? The weird thing is my clothes all fit the same (if not looser), and I don’t feel like I’ve gained any weight. I actually thought I might have lost weight this month. I did quite a bit more exercise this past month than I’ve done in recent memory (which wasn’t hard to do considering my sedentary lifestyle!). Is it really true that muscle weighs more than fat? Is it possible the weight gain can be attributed to that? The miracle is that I didn’t freak out when I saw the number. There have been times when full days have been ruined by the number on the scale going up. Today I know that I am okay and that I don’t look any different than I did the minute before I stepped on the scale and thought I was looking pretty darn good for a 38 year old mom of two. :-)

3 Responses to “Late Weigh Day”

  1. Kim says:

    Yes, muscle weighs more than fat. And a toned body looks much better than an untoned body. And you’re beautiful.

    Maybe, since you’ve taken up exercise, you should measure yourself in several key places and use that, along with the scale, to make sure you’re headed in the right direction.

  2. geeky says:

    Oh, I have so done the “these jeans must have shrunk in the dryer” thing! Except I don’t even put my jeans in the dryer. My recent “jean shrinkage” and a confirming weigh-in at the doctor’s office has me realizing I need to lay off the Cheetos and get off the couch to lose a few pounds!

  3. Frank Richard says:

    I like babies because they are innocents. So cute and healthy