Many months ago, the battery in the scale in our bathroom died. Since it was a 9 volt, which we never on hand, and because I hated the scale, I refused to replace the battery. Just the other day, I threw the scale out. Not because it was broken, but because I hate the scale. I do not find the scale to be a tool to motivate me in my weight loss. Rather, I find it to be a villain that sits quietly, waiting for me to come up with enough nerve to step on it. Once I step on, it goes into action and destroys all my confidence and crushes any resolve to continue to attempt to lose weight. In fact, it ruins my day and spurs me towards the nearest McDonald's. Thus, I quit getting on the scale.
Since I last wrote, I've been doing really well with the WW program. I have lost some weight and started to feel good about myself. I decided that the only time I will weigh myself is when I go to the weekly meetings. I have been on this program for 3 weeks. My confidence is high.
My confidence was so high that when I went to the gym, I decided to step on the scale. I knew I had to have had lost another pound or two since Saturday. I was so confident, I didn't even kick off my shoes. I disregarded that it was at the end of the day, when my stomach was full and I was fully hydrated. But, alas, despite throwing out the evil scale in the bathroom, its brother in the gym was just as cruel. I never did see the final weight, rather, when it went over a certain point I jumped off and went to do my exercise.
The lesson was learned. Be a one scale man. I will not again stray from my WW scale.
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Amen! I try to only weigh at my meetings on meeting day. It works for me. I can't be a slave to a scale that I have no relationship to!! :)
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