I had been toying with the idea of doing a full month sans scale for a little while, but naturally it was one of those things that I liked to talk about without ever actually doing anything about it. Story of my life, people. I finally posted about it on the WW message boards last week and was happy to see several others up for the challenge. And therefore, here I am in the midst of a scale-free month.
I made this decision last Thursday and my last scale-check was last Wednesday for WI. I initially felt cheated to have made this decision on a whim without sneaking in one last peek before beginning the scale-fast, a “last supper” of weighing if you will. Then I realized that the very fact that I was scheming in this way and was hesitant about dipping into the no-scale thing cold turkey was all the proof I needed that a month without the scale would do my crazy ass some good.
This is a picture of the scale I use. It's not my actual scale, nor do I weigh 0.0 pounds, tragically, This picture really does not add anything to this post other than to be like, yeah, this is a scale. And to give myself something to lust over. Scale porn.
I don’t have any major reason in particular for this, but I think it will be beneficial mentally AND I think I just want to prove to myself that I can do it. The thing with WI-frequency is that it’s kind of like borderline-alcoholism. You keep saying you don’t NEED it and you’re not obsessed or addicted to it, and yet you still keep doing it, all the time. I don’t think I’m particularly scale-obsessed, compared to many others at least, and I’m not a daily weigher. But I need to do it to remind myself that I CAN. And I am also perpetually jealous of the seemingly “naturally” healthy people that maintain healthy habits and a healthy weight without having to micromanage their diet, workout routine and check the scale on the reg. I know it’s not that easy but I want to work my way in that direction.
I’m pretty much positive that my willpower-lacking ass could not survive once-monthly weighing every month. But if it goes OK and I find that I don’t need the scale to keep me motivated and working hard, maybe it is something I can do a few times a year. Or maybe I’ll find myself totally unraveling and binging on cans of chocolate frosting by the end of the week, who knows. I do know that it has been years and years since I’ve gone a full month without checking the scale, so if for no other reason than wanting to do it again for the first time in forever, it seems like something to strive for. I’d love to be down a little bit when I weigh myself again on September 12 (a full 5 weeks) but I think I’ll feel pretty awesome just to do it at all, no matter the result.
Unless, of course, I end up gaining 15 pounds, in which case I’ll whine like a little bitch and weigh myself 14 times a day for the rest of eternity.