Goldilocks and the Three Scales

I bought my very first scale not too long ago. For whatever reason we didn’t have one growing up. Maybe my mom was trying to maintain our healthy psychological views on weight gain and loss…or maybe cause we were broke. Don’t really know.

Since I was getting serious about the “weight loss” thang it seemed like a necessary tool for tracking. No sooner did I realize I had some undiscovered addiction to weighing myself. Turns out just as portion control was necessary for eating it was just as important for my relationship with the scale. Quickly I decided on some healthy guidelines so I’d stop having manic episodes throughout the day as my weight shifted and the numbers grew. Insert #genius #bestbutmostobviousdecisionever

Fast forward thru… (Babysteps.) (Small achievements.) (Off the wagon.) (Fat, fat, hippo fat.) (Pep talk.) (Back on track.) (Seriously! back on track.) Those were dark times that I don’t wanna share at the moment. Anyway once I reached the segment of “Seriously! back on track” my scale broke. Note to self: one of the best reasons not to own a scale. When it breaks, like dunzo, and there is no knowledge as to the cause it is traumatizing. First thought is inevitably, “Did I break it?” It’s absurd cause I’m pretty sure my girth didn’t cause it to commit suicide but it’s there is the recesses of my mine. Forever.

Time to shop.

We have an unused scale at the office that hasn’t been used since I started here, some 3 years ago. Bought some batteries and viola, new scale! The model is similar to my previous scale but looks can be deceiving. That cursed scaled told me I was like 4lbs heavier than I am. And in “girl-weight-numbers” that’s like 50lbs. Right? No, not happening free isn’t always best. Returned.

I’d been enamored the idea of one of those fancy scales that tells your BMI, water weight, bone mass etc… Ooh la la. It wasn’t that pricey but it was too smart for me. I defeated will trying to set it up. Then I got 4 different readings in a matter of minutes. The fact that the box read do not use if you have a pace maker or could be pregnant should have been my first sign. Returned.

Good old fashioned, unintimidating dial scale. I think I fell in love with the price first. It seemed to pure and simple. The first use I literally screamed and my husband came running. I had gained +25lbs in a single day. As it happens for those as naïve as I am, there’s a knob on the bottom that you have to adjust to “0”. Oops. All is well until I realized those things are a bugger to read. I’ve also grown to cherish the triumph of a .2 or .3 lose that is not accumulated on this outdated scale. Returned.

All the time and drama aside I landed back on the original model I owned. Modest price; conservative look; accurate or at least acceptable weight reading… Just right.