At the end of last year I was going through some fairly major stress and although normally someone who can eat their way through any mood, my tummy was in knots and I found the best solution for my stress was exercise.
The results of this less than ideal time in my life was fairly pleasing for me as I was rather fond of the new-look lean, buff, don’t-mess-with-me-in-a-dark-alley me.
We’re not talking 10, or even 5 kilos here, we’re talking a subtle difference in my weight and shape that I was not unhappy about.
Obviously, as things return to somewhat normal or I adjust to the stress my tummy knots have loosened and I can now fit in more ice-cream and booze…. AKA calorific joy.
This little turn of events has exacerbated my love/hate relationship that I referred in the first line of this post.
When I mentioned on my Facebook page that I hated the scales yesterday morning because they were traitorous arseholes I was surprised and interested to see the resulting commentary.
I was surprised at the hate that got dumped on my scales. They were even called ‘punks’.
Which I think is perfect!
Firstly, a number of people said they NEVER weigh themselves and alternative methods of gauging were offered –
- tape measure
- judging by clothes
- energy levels
These are all very valid, no doubt, but they are all just alternate ways of weighing in, are they not?
Not as precise, or exact, sure, but whether that’s a good or bad thing I don’t know.
If you discover the tape measure is a traitorous arsehole, or your jeans are suddenly sprouting muffin tops the results are still the same as jumping on the scales and discovering a couple of cheeky kilos that have glued themselves to your love-chunks.
As Doctor Nealie, my friendly neighbourhood doctor/reader/friend/partner-in-crime pointed out weighing yourself and keeping an eye on your numbers is actually not a bad thing.
Don’t hate on the scales she suggests.
Unintentional weight gain or weight loss should not be overlooked as a major indicator of general health, but also, it’s not unhealthy to want to keep your shit in check.
Nealie also mentioned that if being thin is what drives your life than the problem may be bigger than the scales.
So true, however, being 10 kilos overweight is not healthier than being mildly obsessive about scales or weight…. it’s all relative.
I will put my hand up quite honestly and say I have body issues. I have had these issues for a long time, and I struggled with bulimia for many years…. thing is, that shit in my head will probably never go away.
Just like an addict is always an addict, I will probably always be bulimic.
I’m just non-practicing these days.
I have made a pact with myself to never, ever speak negatively of my weight or appearance in front of my children (unless I look exhausted and it’s all their bloody fault). That is actually a no brainer for me because I don’t ever want my kids to feel as negatively about their rig as I felt about mine for a long time.
The issue I have with the scales is not whether or not I do it too often, or whether or not I’ve gained a kilo or two (human beings fluctuate within a couple of kilos. That is normal. Yo-yoing is not normal, and is really bad for your metabolism).
The issue is how it makes me feel in my head.
My head is a strange and wonderful land. I overthink, obsess and turn conversations inside out and I have multiple thought trains steaming down the tracks at any given moment and it gets very flippin’ loud in there.
Strenuous exercise helps that. It helps me stay calm.
Diet is also very important. I’m not a nazi, and I eat a helluva lot, but I endeavour not to eat junk and if I do I will compensate for it. It’s the old 80:20 thing…. but I eat ice-cream almost every day so I am no saint.
It’s about wellbeing, but wellbeingers (true word) can also be obsessive so I guess it’s all about balanced wellbeing.
I’m no expert but I reckon laughter is tres important in wellbeing.
I hear what you’re saying about the scales, but they do actually help me keep my shit it check as it also reassures me that everything is within the good range…..Some days I just don’t like what they have to say.
The love/hate relationship will continue.
For the sake of this post I jumped on again this morning and the scales and I have made up.
Today we’re friends.
I’ll leave you with this awesome JK Rowling quote. I love it.