I’m sure many of you are saying numbers don’t matter, don’t get obsessed. I agree, to an extent, that there should be more to happiness than the numbers on the scale. Other indicators for me include how my clothes fit, being able to do ten push-ups on my toes (instead of my knees) when I previously couldn’t. Little victories, like these, really contribute to my overall mental well-being. But at the end of the day, the numbers still matter.
When I was doing Weight Watchers, my day-before prep for the weigh-in was extensive (and stressful). I would find myself concocting crazy schemes to make the numbers go down, even if I hadn’t done the work to actually have it happen. On bad weeks, I hated going to weigh-ins. I’d do pre weigh-ins at home to manage my own expectations. I have to admit, I’m still kind of guilty. Since I’m tracking my weight on my own now, I only record it when it’s down. Isn’t that terrible?
There’s just something about the scale and the numbers on it that telegraph to me success or failure.