I often read and hear people talk about how the number on the scale does not matter.
It should be about overall health and well-being – not what the scale says. It should be about how well your clothing fits and how strong you are. I understand where this mindset comes from, and I’ve tried to follow it myself over the past few years. But frankly, I still place value in the scale. If the number reads closer to where I want to be or have been in the past — I feel better about myself. When I feel better about myself I’m less apt to make poor diet choices or neglect my health.
I have blogged a few times this year about how I was trying to lose several pounds that crept up on me last winter — right around this holiday time. While I didn’t run as much or as hard this year as I did in 2010 and 2011, I still ran a half-marathon in May and on average, one to two races every month. Despite that, taking vinyasa yoga classes, joining a new gym and more — I could not lose those few pounds. I went back to calorie counting for a while, even tried My Spark People and planned out meals and snacks each day. Even when I felt like I wasn’t eating very much — I still noticed no change on the scale. At times I wondered if it was my new lifestyle since moving to Cleveland — being in the car more, sitting at a desk more. Other times I started to really wonder if I had a health problem at bay.
Today I’m here to say I don’t. I have lost 6 pounds in the last two weeks. The reason? This girl. No joke. She has kept me on my toes and our twice-daily walks have been good for her health and mine. I’ve been more active during my non-sitting hours and I feel like that has helped me tremendously… dare I say more than a 30 to 45-minute sweat session at the gym? When I’m more active I’m also less apt to eat out of boredom.
Since getting a dog I’ve noticed a general uptick in my activity and energy levels — levels I used to have back in 2007 to 2009. During those years I kept a more active day job. I found that activity throughout the day kept me at a comfortable weight. No I could not run 20 miles a week, or even a 5K, but I never felt unhappy with my weight or my body. And I also never felt anxiety over diet choices.
I’m in an odd state now. Happy to see a smaller number on the scale but also unhappy it wasn’t a result of what I thought should have worked — diligent workouts, miles ran or calories counted.
Do you place value in the scale? Do you weigh yourself regularly?