The Number Ghost
Frustrating.
Beyond frustrating.
And I can kid myself all I want that the number on the scale does not bother me. However, it is my nemesis. I loathe the scale. I have always loathed the scale.
When I was a teenager I had food issues. Never clinically declared a bulimic, but I silently used to purge. I remember getting on the scale when I was about 16 and it reading 171. It scarred me for life. Shortly after that weigh in my "boyfriend" at the time called me fat. The quest to be thin started back then. The only problem was that I was a HUGE foodie. Which was why I turned to being bulimic. It was my comfort, something I could control. I used to literally eat a full sleeve of frozen cookie dough and then quickly find my way to the toilet. I did this pattern for about two years. Eat until I thought I would pop and then purge.
I hated myself for it. But I lost weight. Quickly. By the time I was 18 I was down to 140. Enter college. Drinking, and then hitting the diner or any food store for that matter before I went to bed helped put my weight back to 160. I was miserable.
I got my ass together and joined a gym and then found my new purge of choice. Working out. I became addicted to taking classes and training. At 23 I was at the best and worst shape of my life. I changed my eating habits from eating crap to eating basically nothing and working out six days a week. I got down to a size four. I was also losing my hair and always sick. Did I find a self esteem then? Nope. I was still as miserable as I was at 171.
Why? Because I have crap self esteem.
Well, let me rephrase. I had crap self esteem. Aging is a nasty and beautiful thing. While the mirror shows age the soul shows growth. I have grown into my skin. Becoming a parent has helped me grow. Letting go of cheating boyfriend ghosts and daddy issues helped me grow. I don't strive for a size four anymore. My decision to eat healthy and working out now is because I have two kids that need a mom. And I need to see my kids grow into men.
Though I know my mom (hi mom) still worries that I am "obsessed" with being thin I can say with my hand over my heart that I have not eaten and purged in over ten years. I no longer work out until I think I am going to faint. I eat balanced, not so balanced meals four or fives times a day.
But. Isn't there always a but?
I still hate the scale. I hate jumping on the scale and seeing the number. And the solution sounds easy and obvious right? Not to jump on the scale. But that is something I have not been able to break. I have tried. Numerous times. I wish they had some sort of "patch" to help wean me off the scale.
Why this post? Because I have been doing cardio and weight training for almost two months now and the scale is creeping up not down. And I know it is because I am gaining muscle mass back because my clothes are looser. I am officially back into all my old jeans and clothes I wore before I got pregnant the first time. But THE NUMBER is one ghost I don't know how to let go.
Anyone share this obsession with the scale?








Reader Comments (31)
I cannot own a scale.
I currently own a scale.
This is a large problem for me. I have gained 30 pounds in just about 9 months. THIRTY. The more I try to fix it, the more I gain,
Right now, i am forcing myself to cook at least one meal every day that I am humanly incapable of resisting, otherwise i would not eat. I'm a not-eater.
Throw your scale out, dude. Throw it in McDonald's dumpster so you can't go back and dig it out.
Having a 10 month old, too, I SO KNOW what you are going through! I just started to allow myself to even look AT a scale let alone stand ON it!
Congrats on the re-wiring of how you feel about weight. Can you come re-wire me now?
I don't own a scale. I have never been able to own a scale. If my pants fit, I think I am ok. Would I like to be thinner? Sure, but I won't give up food because I like it too much. So I have decided to embrace me and love myself for all the good that I do, at least until I have to put a bathingsuit on.
I don't, but I know waaay too many fabulous women who do...HUGS.
I have this thing where I have to keep my weight below 100. Like 99 or 98. (Keep in mind I'm like 5' even). So, even though doctors SAY my "healthy" weight is like 110 or so...I pretty much refuse.
ALTHOUGH...I do need to work out. BADLY...all I have on me is "fat"...I have only the required muscle to live I think.
What about one of those scales that tells you what your BMI is too? You think that extra set of numbers going down would make you feel better? Seeing fat as fat and not your total body weight? Just a thought...(((HUGS)))
I do not own a scale. I want one. I go to the stores and look at them in amazement, but in the end never buy one. I think deep down I know that the expensive price on a gadget filled scale will only hurt me when I become attached to it. I also know I have an addictive personality and was once addicted to that number on the scale. I remember my Sophomore year in High School... I wanted to be 79 lbs! Yeah, that's nuts. I was nuts! I starved myself and what I did eat I threw up - like an anorexic bulimic. On top of not eating, I went to the gym 2 times a day at least 6 times a week. I'm afraid if I get a scale I will get obsessed with the number and revert back to who I was then.
I say, pack away the scale for a few months and continue your workouts like you have been for the past couple months. Obviously the workouts have shed some inches because you're wearing your skinny jeans from pre-prego! In a few months pull out the scale and for shits & giggles weigh yourself. Don't focus on the pounds lost, focus on how great you look and feel. :-)
The scale is my nemesis, too. I, also, have struggled with purging in my young adult life. I, also, have worked out while eating nothing but rice and cereal for days on end. I, also, have wised up to my past ways and adopted a healthier lifestyle that I hope my boys will model. I, also, still hate the scale, though. This post totally hit home.
KEEP BELIEVING
i coudn't/wouldn't own a scale for years. then i got to wanting one and my (then) boyfriend forbid it. once i had isobel, i magically had an excuse for owning one since she was such a poor weight gainer for the first year - i had to track how much she gained and lost each month...so i started paying attention to myself, too.
and that's when relapse #241 happened for me.
scales are the devil.
I have a scale at home but it's in the cupboard. I make it kind of troublesome for me to weigh myself so it doesn't become an obsession. :)
What a brave post. So proud of you for writing about such a hard topic.
I have to admit that when I started working out, I would weigh myself twice a day. And of course, the number went up. So I decided to get rid of the scale. That's right, I threw it out, and refuse to buy another one.
Post scale, I am happier and only worry how my clothes fit.
I hope you find a solution that works for you.
Again, great post, and HUGS!!
Yes I have the same obsession and I get on the scale everyday without fail, most of the time not liking what I see.
Get pregnant so you then you won't want to see how much weight you're gaining. That's what I do anyway...well now. ;)
I do however completely understand the scale obcession. Even though you see the progress in your body, you still desire that number change in the "right" direction. I still say it was b/c you were too thin for your own body and now you are reaching a healthy weight, along with the rocking bod you strive for! It's a win win! Congrats on your progress so far!
Speaking as someone who just saw you a few days ago, I thought you looked great! If anything, maybe a little too thin, so go eat a freakin' Whopper and chase it with a Taco Bell burrito and enjoy!
I share your pain with the self esteem/ scale issues. Mine are not the same (which will not be posted here either), but there are days when the scale goes flying across the room. Or, days when I wished there were no mirrors in my house - kinda sucks getting old, huh?
I breastfed the 4 YO until she was almost 2 and was back into my pre-pregnancy clothes before she even turned 10 mos old. I didn't breastfeed this baby so I am still 20 lbs over my pre-pregnancy weight and he just turned 10 months old yesterday. I'm have to admit that I've been feeling a little depressed about it. I try not to get on the scale either but I can see it and feel it in my clothes so getting on a scale doesn't matter. I just have to get my act together and eat better/work out! I think your post is the sign I've been waiting for. Thank you.
Congrats to you for developing a more positive view on getting in shape and I commend you for overcoming the issues from your youth.
I don't look at scales the same way. I use it merely as a gauge to tell myself when to start paying more attention to eating well and/or exercising. What really matters is the imprint of my belt on my belly. That tells me how soft I am getting, and that I think matters a lot more. It really is not how much you weigh. And I won't be cheesy and say "it's how you feel" - it's how you look. If you look slimmer and your clothes fit better, that means you are making progress. No matter what Mr. Scale says.
I recently had weight loss surgery and am a member of a WLS online community. One suggestion I read there was to have your hubby hide the scale, and bring it out only once a month, or every 2 weeks, then hide it again.
Would that work for you?
As my weight loss slows down a bit, some days the scale and I are not friends, but so far I'm not obsessed with it....YET.
Throw that damned thing out! It's about how you look and feel in and out of your clothes that counts. The numbers really don't tell the whole truth. My numbers show that I am thin, but in reality I am "skinny fat". My tone is all gone, so in all actuality my numbers need to go up in order to gain the lean muscle I so desperately need to look fit again.
From the pictures I have seen on your blog in the past, YOU LOOK FABULOUS! I wish I was as tall as you, I wish I had your beautiful hair, and I wish I looked half as gorgeous as you!
I own a scale. I get on my scale 3 times a week. There is a scale at the gym. I properly calibrate and get on that scale 4 days a week. I have a scale problem. My bigger issue is not really a problem. Like you I love exercise for the sake of exercise. 90% of the time I am at the gym because without exercise my day would not be complete. But for 1 minute every day I am within inches of a scale and I cannot prevent myself from getting on it.
My scale is more than welcomed to lick my BIG, FAT, white ass.
Please throw the scale in that McDonald's dumpster!!! For the sexiest-looking women are those who are in shape; and muscle weighs more than fat.
Hence: a vicious cycle. For the more you exercise: the more muscle is made; and unless you want to be rail-thin (please don't want to be like that): you are going to gain weight the more you get in shape.
Case-in-point: an old friend of mine who outweighted me by 40 pounds while having a 32" waist when mine was at 34". Granted: he was 2" taller than me; but the bottom-line is that he was whole lot more muscular than I was: even though I could dead-lift over 600 pounds at the time!!!
I weigh more now than I did when full-term preggers with both of my kids... and I hate it. It seems that the harder I try to lose the weight, the more I pack on. I hate it!
Wow! What a brave post. I am so glad to hear that it has been 10 years with no purging.
This is such a huge issue in our culture.
The only thing that helps me when I am feeling particularly unattractive is to know how I look to God. He sees me as a princess and his bride.
Over the last 2 years, I've lost about 40 pounds, and while I never purged, it was always in the back of my head. Especially after I ate a donut or 2. I work out about 5 days a week, and weigh myself about 5 times a day. I'm addicted to the scale. I weigh myself in the morning, after I work out, with clothes, without clothes, etc. I've tried to stop and get down to weighing myself 1 time a week, but it's just not happening. It's a lot better than it was, though, 2 years ago, when I weighed myself about 10 times a day.
I'm 5'2" and I used to be a size zero before my little boy came along. At the end of my pregnancy, I was almost a size 10 and about 60lbs heavier. In the last three years, I've shed over 45lbs of that pregnancy weight but those 15 final pounds are the bane of my existence. I used to purge in my 20s. Like you, hand over my heart, I haven't done so in more than a decade. I always eat well but I EAT. There is no junk food in my home. No cookie dough I do not make myself. Everything in my refrigerator is as healthy as healthy can be BUT, I do not exercise and that accounts for those final remaining lbs staying put. I weigh myself everyday. Sometimes twice a day. I'm a weight junkie. On those days when I am three lbs lighter on my 15lb load, I feel better and then I indulge. It makes for a never ending cycle of weighing myself and always watching the numbers remain the same. Some days I'm resigned and others it drives me nuts. That is the way of the weighing life. I doubt I shall ever make my peace with it.
This was such a brave post - thank you for sharing it.
I don't own a scale. I don't think that's a good thing though. I could use a constant reminder of how fat I am.
Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry to hear about your struggles. You are so courageous to post this. I definitely had an obsession with the scale. WAY back when I was on a dance team in high school, our director would weigh us (like wrestlers) before events to make sure we were not getting overweight. If we were gained too much or weighed too much, we would not be able to perform and would be "benched." A SICK thing to do, but she was incredibly old school and doesn't teach anymore. When I was preggo, the scale obsession became worse as I would gain weight so quickly. Now....I've learned to hide it, and tuck it away.
i have a scale. i weigh myself 85,000 times a day. i go into the bathroom. take off all my clothes and weigh myself. addiction...oh yeah! not a good one. and, i have done the bulimic thing. with laxatives. not pretty!! but, like you said...lots of weight off and quickly!
you are right though. gaining maturity has brought with it some self-esteem...kinda!
xoxo
Throw your scale away. Seriously. That's the only thing that will work. I haven't owned a scale since I lived at home with my mom when I was 18.
I don't go near the scale if I can help it. I loathe going to the doctor because they ALWAYS weight you. With shoes and clothes & all!
You're so insightful, Kimmy. Thanks for sharing your story of weight & bulimia. I would have never guessed you'd ever had a problem with weight. I just thought 'She's just one of those lovely ladies who has always been thin & takes pride in being healthy'. The last part is true, though.
I am a foodie. I will always be. *sigh*
xoxox
I think it's great that you can admit publicly that you had a problem with eating. The scale is a demon for most women. Even those that weigh 110 still have issues. No one seems to be 100% happy with how they look. Maybe just put the scale up somewhere so you are not tempted to get on it every day? Maybe allow yourself once a week or something? If you can tell in your clothes, that is the important part! Congrats, I'm proud of you :)