The weight was dropping off. I had just dipped below the 148 mark. Then the scale read 160 the next day. Then 5 minutes later 135. then 170 on the third try. Finally it gave up the ghost and read Err.
I was freaking out. Which number was right? I was hoping it was closer to the second try, but I knew that couldn’t be right. The scale was busted, I mean how you feel if someone stood on you day in and day out, asking if they were fat. The poor scale. It has deserved its rest.
In the meantime, I have an opportunity to gain perspective. How easy is it to depend, even obsess on those little blinking numbers? It is a decent way to track your weight, but it can’t tell us how we feel. Have you ever woken, feeling great in you skinny jeans, ready to conquer the world. Then you hop on the scale and find out that you have an extra pound or two of water weight today. Suddenly, you feel like a schlump.
The scale is a tool to be used sparingly. Not five times a day, or even once every day. Today, say thank you for your scale’s service and give it a vacation. Focus on getting more in tune with how your body is feeling so you can let that be your barometer.