It is as intimately intertwined as a hammer and a nail, or a hand in a glove — if you’re going to lose weight, you’ve got to have a scale.
Now, when i first started, I actually did not own a scale. And there was a rather brief moment wherein I thought — why not just do this without a scale? Let’s see what happens if I throw all of that away and don’t care and let it go and not get obsessive?
Well, for me, such things do not and cannot work. While I am not suggesting that you are wired the exact same way as I am, one big lesson from this is that it’s helpful to have and take measurements. You have a baseline. You get an idea of what’s working (and, frankly, what you can get away with). You have a fighting chance at having some objectivity injected into the process. And this is a good thing.
But, you say, I like not knowing.
Really? Really and truly? Or is that shorthand for being in denial?
A quick story: when I was very heavy — over 300 pounds — I used the bathroom mirror far often than the mirror in the spare room. Why? Because the bathroom mirror only showed my body from head to just below my shoulders. I could tell myself, things aren’t so bad. I could, essentially, tell myself a bare-faced lie.
The spare room had a full-length mirror in it, so I just avoided that room. And when I went into it, I didn’t check myself out in that mirror.
Then a new coworker came to work at the company where I was at the time (2007). Lovely gal. And I thought to myself, well, I’m the same size as her! And so I took another spin of denial, another orbit of lying to myself. We had a company outing at a beach house, and a team photograph was taken. And I was not her size, not even close. She was, I’m not sure what size she was. But I was a 26. And she was at least a good five or more sizes smaller than that.
But I stayed in orbit, for a little while longer. We worked with a guy, a guy who I recognized was big, and I understood that much. And then I caught a glimpse of us walking together, in one of those plate glass windows. Full-length. Nowhere to hide. And I was the same size as him.
No, scratch that.
I was bigger.
It took me another few orbits before I finally got it, before I finally started to recognize that I really and truly needed to do something, and that this kind of denial and body dysmorphy was not doing me a blessed bit of good.
It wasn’t. I was not getting thinner by thinking I was thinner than I truly was. That was ludicrous.
So, in addition to the other lifestyle changes I was going through, I purchased myself a Taylor Scale. According to Taylor’s website, their scales can be purchased in any number of locations, including Macy’s in Boston.
Knowledge is power. Know your weight, know how it’s changing, know if what you’re doing is working at all. Know even if you’re messing up.
But know. It’s a far sight better than another orbit of denial and another year gone by before embracing health.