to scale or not to scale, that is the question.

I have decided NOT to scale anymore.

Fuck you, scales. You’re a Liar McLiarpants and I don’t like liars.

tumblr_m7oay3FSlX1rn13nao1_500Seriously? I know muscle weighs more than fat. I know I’m muscular and tend to develop quickly when working out…which is why I’m using low weights/high reps. Not that I’m afraid of bulking up…I’m not. I WANT to build muscle. I need to increase my metabolism and I know I am because I’m waking up starving to death in the mornings.

But my scales are an asshole. Complete and total asshole.

So I’ve decided to stop weighing. Because it does nothing but depress me. Especially since I’ve spent the last 3 weeks doing nothing but journaling my food/calories and working out like a boss and eating and drinking right…and then I weigh and it tells me I’ve gained 4 more pounds.

Go home scales, you’re drunk.

Do you know how hard not weighing is going to be for me?

scale-photoI know that weighing goes back to my dreaded high school years when I kept being “put” on a diet. You know, because being 5’6 with hips and weighing 140 lbs was considered fat in the 80s. They weren’t big fans of the Big Butt, So What school of thought back then.

Anyway, I was expected to weigh in at least once a week. Unfortunately, I start getting weirdly competitive with myself and start weighing daily…I tell myself it’s to keep track of my progress, so I can catch myself gaining again. The problem with that is, I start to obsess. And then I get pissed off when I KNOW I’m doing everything right and the scale refuses to acknowledge my hard work.

I’m going to hide them. Actually, I’m going to give them to El Jefe and tell him to hide them. Somewhere I’ll never look. Probably a good spot would be where we store the dusting supplies, since I never dust.

Fuck you, Scales. I’m so over you. We’re breaking up. I hear Taylor Swift may be looking for a new relationship. If you’re lucky, maybe she’ll write a song about you.

And to end on a happy note, here’s the gratuitous cat picture of the day. Big Baby: He’s such a big baby.

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7 thoughts on “to scale or not to scale, that is the question.

  1. I dont own scales. My clothes tell me whats going on. Remember when I did the HGC diet and was only eating 500 calories a day? Well I had 2 gyno appointments one (which was my clue to diet after the weigh in) and another a month later (after STARVING for a month) I weighed 5 months MORE after the starvation. So eff the scales. I said eff the diet too after that. I think many women do. Scales are the Antichrist. Im sure of it

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    • Well, since I think obsession is such an ugly quality in people, I need to stop obsessing over my weight. So yes. Eff the scales. I’m just getting healthy. And eating right and working out is the way to do that.

      But dammit. I STILL THINK MY SCALES ARE AN ASSHOLE.

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      • THROW THEM AWAY!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously, in the grand scheme of things is 3 to 5 lbs going to make a difference? NO so why the EFF do you need to know about it?? Its just depressing and discouraging. JUST SAY NO TO SCALES

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  2. Well, hello, fellow blogger who’s living in sin. (hehe) I loved this post. I also DO NOT own scales. When I take my kids to the doctor, and the nurse asks how much they weigh, I just shrug my shoulders. I dunno. I haven’t owned a scale in….hmmmm….25 years??

    I love what you wrote on the face of your scale (take that!)! Seems to me that if you eat healthy and exercise, what difference does it make what # you are?

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    • I just have to keep reminding myself that I am so much more than a number. Sigh.

      Isn’t sin so much more fun than that other stuff? I kinda like being happily sinful while others are wasting their time judging me instead of having sex. LOL

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