If you stopped by to visit in the later part of last year, you’ll recall that I declared November to be “Banish the Scale” month. I mean, some of the best food opportunities of the year were coming; couldn’t we just enjoy our stuffing (the food and the action) for the holidays and get back to those awful weigh-ins when January rolled (figuratively and literally) around?
Well, there’s good news from our friends in science this morning, and the headline says it all: “Slimmer Doesn’t Always Mean Fitter.” This article from the New York Times combines one of my passions, running, with one of my obsessions, the %$#@! scale. I used to be a scale-aholic until a friend staged an intervention. I hate the idea of just throwing things away, though; I envisioned this perfectly good scale taking up space in a landfill somewhere. So I just put it in the basement, where our building has a little makeshift gym. I figured maybe someone else could use it/become obsessed with meaningless numbers that fluctuate wildly instead of getting in touch with how s/he felt.
When I started running and blogging about it for More.com, though, I brought the scale back upstairs. I figured I should share my starting weight with everyone who was following the blog, and I envisioned the day when I’d show a ten-pound loss and still be writing here about banana bread (recipe coming tomorrow).
Yeah, I know–I’m delusional. But according to the Times piece, I may have nothing to worry about! Maybe my weight is just fine and I’m going to be able to finish that race like a pro! Maybe my friend Donna was right when she said, with all the conviction of a hellfire n’ brimstone preacher, “Be freeeeeeee from the tyranny of the scale! Don’t live by a number! How do you feeeeeeel?”
Pretty good, actually. And I hope, after reading that article, that you do too.