For all of you out there that say the scale doesn’t matter to you, I say….you’re lying. No matter how much we tell ourselves that we don’t care what the scale says, we do. It’s the most definitive way to measure our progress. It’s quantitative. Generally, it’s hard to argue with numbers.
That being said, yesterday I put on a pair of jeans (granted, these are my “big girl” jeans, but I’ll take what I can get) that I used to have trouble buttoning. I mean, last week I literally felt like I was in a denim-spandex-like straight jacket. But yesterday, they zipped easily. They weren’t loose by any means, but they fit normally. It’s amazing what 10 days of eating well can do.
But then I got on the scale this morning.
Apparently, I only lost 0.2 pounds in the past 8 days?? I lose 3.1 pounds in the first 3 days of dieting, but now I only get 0.2?! It makes no sense.
To make matters worse, I got on the scale ten minutes after my first attempt this morning and it said I gained a pound….in ten minutes.
What gives? Is it because I’m bloated? Was I particularly un-bloated last week? Did I eat a heavy meal last night? What is going on?!?
As much as I analyze, I still don’t know the answer. Trying to analyze the scale is as useless as trying to analyze the text you got last night from the guy you like. It’s a wishy-washy temperamental appliance that changes its mind and goes back on its word. And unfortunately, it has the power to make or break my mood.
So what to do? Part of me, of course, wants to believe that nothing will work and throw in the towel. But then I check myself. If I give up, I’ll hate the scale even more in a month when I have to start all over again. So I’ll just keep chugging along, hoping my efforts will eventually pay off in a definitive, countable way.
For now, I’ll just keep swimming.