You ask me what I think about weighing in, scales, etc.
For some people, having a scale in the home is simply too much, and causes more distress than necessary.
I am not one of those people. I can take it. (Most of the time.)
That said, I know I avoid weighing in when I am aware that the needle is going in the wrong direction: the last many months. And, I also am aware that I Hop On The Scale Happily When It's Going Down!
Early after weight loss surgery, the scale was my BFF 4-EVA. 11 lbs a week! SURE! These days, no.
But, when I see some positive results, I am immediately reinforced and realize that a scale SOMETIMES, JUST SOMETIMES can be a great (I am going to say it) TOOL (end saying it) in this here weight loss thing.
Like? When I DROPPED EIGHT POUNDS during "The Fresh Diet" and just after.
Eight motherfucking pounds. How's THAT for a endorsement? Pffffft.
I haven't tracked my weight actively since at least January. I weighed in sporadically, saw a 189 and DIED. I haven't posted actual numbers because there are People Out There who LOVE this shit. Yes, I have whined about it, I told you, I needed to buy 14/16's! I wasn't kidding.
Others prey on it. "Oh, look! Another failure!" Go, MM! "She's supposed to be an INSPIRATION. Don't listen to her, she's a Dorito Eating Failure." (MM doesn't touch chips. She'd die. Just saying.)
To them? "Fuck you." With the the sweetest smile, evah.
Because, "Honey? I've seen your ass. Success is relative."
I thought seeing a 160! 170! 175! 180! again was bad. No. Hitting 189-190 lbs. again is much, much worse.
It's like The Grim Reaper is coming back to drag you over 200 lbs.
HE comes and says, "NO MORE ONE-DERLAND FOR YOU!"