Many of you, I’m sure, will remember my struggle with the scale as well as my determination to move past the need and want to constantly weigh myself. I made a vow to toss my scale out in my post Step Away From the Scale. I then confessed that I lacked the bravery to toss it out in my later post That Damned Scale. I haven’t weighed myself since then.
But I still know how much I weigh. In fact, I could probably guess it within five pounds, and I still think about it constantly.
It’s been five months since that last post, and I have gained weight. If I had to guess, I’ve probably put on about 35 pounds, mostly because I haven’t been dutiful in my exercising routines and I’ve continued eating like a broke bachelor.
About a year and a half ago, I started two Biggest Loser competitions on Facebook. It was by far the most fun I’ve had exercising and losing weight. I don’t think I’ve ever been that motivated in my entire life. We had 24 people in our groups, and some people in the group lost more than 100 lbs. over the 3 1/2 months we ran the competition. I lost something like 30 or 40, and was in the best shape of my life. By far.
And we weighed ourselves in those groups. Every single week.
I completely fell off the wagon after the girls split a couple months later. And now I’m at my max-acceptable fat level again.
So, the last few months I’ve been really questioning my resolve in the scale thing. Do I really believe it? Did I speak too soon? The answer hasn’t been easy for me to figure out.
In the end, I feel so damned free not ever weighing myself. I also feel like I never really see any of the negative and natural consequences for my poor choices. I also never see the thrill that comes from accomplishing weight-loss.
Of course, it was seeing those numbers that made me want to ditch the scale in the first place right? Well… not necessarily. It was more an issue of being tied to those numbers. It was an issue of assigning numbers to my self-worth and self-value. It was being chained to the damn numbers on that scale.
Now, all these months later, I feel like the chain has been broken. I feel like the numbers on the scale are simply a determination of how healthy I am instead of how valuable I am. And so, along with that realization, comes the realization that I do very much believe in what I wrote in those posts, and I also believe that perhaps those posts shouldn’t have been so all-inclusive.
I’ve also come to realize that when it comes to health and fitness, it should be fun. It should be a blast, in fact, and if something has motivated me in the past in good and great ways, there’s no reason not to do it in the future. So, I decided to start some new Biggest Loser groups on Facebook with my friends just like we did before, and I’m anxious and curious to see how my new-felt freedom from the scale will affect me in the contest.
So, anyway, this blog is not a physical health blog, nor is it an exercise blog, so I won’t be posting much about it (except to discuss what I learn from it perhaps). We do have more openings if there are those here who want to participate with us. It really is so much fun, and if it’s anything like last time, a lot of friendships were made in the process. Check out the Facebook Group if you’re interested.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. What do you think? Did you agree with those original posts? I know there were many who didn’t. Do you believe that there are times when a scale hurts? Do you believe there are times when it helps?