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Thursday, April 01, 2004
9:43 AM

No Weigh
As most of my readers know, last year I gained a big chunk of weight as a result of the steroids I was on for my RA. Luckily, once you get off the 'roids, the weight generally does come off and I've been slowly but surely taking the weight back off since last summer (in fact, as of this morning, I'm 5 pounds below even my pre-steroid weight - Yay me! Skinny B must be rubbing off on me).

The problem is that I have a scale at home. And being obsessed with losing the weight, I use it a lot. A lot. I know that I shouldn't be weighing myself all the time, but I can't resist. The scale seems to call to me and it really would be rude not to respond. But last night nearly pushed me over the edge.

There I was staring at the scale, trying to convince myself that weighing myself twice a day really is foolish, but, after all, the scale was right there so who am I not to step on. (I think I was motivated to check because my weight was really low that morning and I wanted some more positive reinforcement - I know, excuses, excuses). Onto the scale I go and indeed the number is still nice and low. But I am fully clothed in yoga pants, socks, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt. So I do what any self-respecting dieter would do - I strip off nearly every stitch of clothing figuring that my clothes must weigh at least a couple of pounds and that then I'll be really really low. There I am, virtually au naturel, and back onto the scale I go!

Unchanged. Whaaat? How is that possible?? Off the scale. Back on. Same. Now I'm actually starting to get mad (not sure if I'm more angry at myself for being so silly or the scale itself for it's obvious falsehoods). By then I'm starting to get cold. Funny how that happens when you are mostly bare. And the cats are looking at me like I'm nuts (actually, LG was starting to settle down for a nap on my sweatshirt). Back on with the clothes (sorry LG). And then, to add insult to injury - you guessed it - I get back on the scale. Again. Care to guess the result? Still the same as the starting number.

I am still a bit stumped by both the scale's behavior and mine. After all, I know that my clothes had to weigh at least a pound or two and the scale is pretty precise. But I also know that I really shouldn't have so many meetings with the scale in the first place.

Hopefully I have learned my lesson. Doubtful. But from now on, if I see a number I like, I'll do my best to just embrace it and move on. I'll save the stripping for when the number is higher than I can tolerate.

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