During this weight loss journey, I, like most people, have relied on a scale to measure my weight loss. I've always been told the smarter thing to do is check your measurements, but I think in a lot of ways we all get addicted to that scale and the numbers that are on it. If you're not one of those people, I applaud you because you have much more will power and a better care-free attitude than I have. I need my scale. I need to see those numbers go down to feel good about what I'm doing and to know I'm on the right track. That's why it was frustrating when I had two scales in my house giving me completely different weights.
I have a digital scale that I've used for the past several years. I used it as my guideline when I lost weight a couple years ago and when I started Keto, the scale and I reforged our relationship. Only this time, there was a problem. My long lost partner in crime seems to have turned its back against me. No longer was it showing those numbers go down, but rather it was staying static.
"This will not stand!", I thought. So, I did what any reasonable person would do and went to Wal-Mart to buy a $10 dial scale. In actuality, I did this for a reason. While I wasn't satisfied that my numbers weren't going down on the digital scale (despite, I might add, my body looking and feeling smaller, clothes fitting better and looser, etc.), the damn thing never gave me a consistant reading. Sometimes I would get on and weigh X amount, then get right back on 10 seconds later and I would have lost or gained 5 - 7 pounds. I would have to do this little dance three to five times just to get a reasonable average. I was fed up with the inconsistancy so I got a dial scale that would be just as easy to read but would yield much more consistant results.
This plan worked out quite well -- for a while. You see, even though my digital scale seemingly turned it's back on me I was still addicted to it's longing gaze as it sat in my bathroom, waiting to tell me my weight. So, every once and a while I would go back to my former lover and weigh myself. The pounds. Never. Dropped.
Okay, maybe that's a lie. They did just a little bit, but not nearly at the rate that my shiny, new, dial-wearing mistress did. See, while my digital scale shows I've only lost about 13 pounds or so, my dial scale shows I've lost about 35 pounds. I want the weight off, I want to feel good knowing that I'm doing the right thing with this diet and shedding the fat, I want to prove that keto is a wonderful diet that allows the pounds the melt away like butter in a hot pan. So, I did what any reasonable person would do and calculated all my numbers based on that wonderful, beautiful, sexy dial scale.
But this still caused a problem for me. Just like when you're dating that new guy or girl and everything is absolutely amazing but you catch little things that seem to be "off", and though you're still in that googly-eyed, lovey-dovey initial state of romance you get that niggling in the back of your mind that something might be wrong, yet you push the thoughts out of your mind so as not ruin a good thing, I too began to worry about what the dial scale was telling me. It seemed, in my mind, that the weight was dropping a little too fast. I mean, it was slow at first, then for about 3 weeks in a row I was losing around 7 pounds a week. While that felt really damn good to see, I was having a really hard time believing it. It didn't quite seem possible that I was losing weight that quickly (though it's been known to be done on this diet), so I did what any reasonable person would do and got a third scale.
Okay, sort of but not really. Don't worry, I'm not burying myself in my house Horders-style under a wave of scales. Rather, I had a physical last week and was able to use the doctor's scale. So here I am, stuck between my two relationships - one with my old digital flame, and one with the new, hot, dial dress - and I was about to have a third party intervene, a relationship therapist (if you will), that would tell me which way I should go and who I should devote my love to. What was the verdict? Whom did my doctor-scale-therapist tell me I should choose? Well, that's between me and the doctor.
I'm kidding. Actually, it seems the truth lies somewhere between fantasy and reality. The scale at the doctor's office weighed me at 332, and subtracting 5 pounds for clothes (because I always weigh in my underwear at home - there's a visual for you!), I came in at 327. Right about halfway between what my digital scale and my dial scale was telling me. So what do I do now? Whom do I trust to be the keeper of my weight? Weighing (no pun intended) my options, I did what any reasonable person would do -- I chose the dial scale.
"But why?!", you might ask. Well, it's simple really. It seems that my dial scale is just as wrong as my digital scale but my dial scale is easier to read and really does seem to be more consistant than the digital scale. It's a hell of a lot less frustrating, for sure. And, all my weight measurements (excluding my starting weight), have been done on that dial scale so for consistancy sake, that's what I'm going to go with. And really, at the end of the day how much does it matter? Sure, it's nice to be able to boast about how much weight I've lost and to impress people with those great numbers, but the real victory comes in living a healthier, more sustainable lifestyle. It's about wearing smaller clothes and fitting properly into those impossibly small seats on a plane or in a movie theater or in an arena. As far I'm concerned, I'm doing what any reasonable person would do: keeping up with what I'm doing - with what is working - and not getting too caught up in a number, no matter how many sweet-nothings that scale tells me.