I was an expert at cheating the scale. When I got married, I was an average size, but as our marriage progressed, my weight increased and I got bigger. We didn't have a scale at first, so when my pants started to get tight, I bought a fancy scale so I could see much I weighed. The first time I got on the scale I couldn't believe it. I had gained 8 pounds in the 2 months we had been married. Surely that was wrong. I hauled the scale from the bathroom to the kitchen. Stood on it, looked down, that was better. On the kitchen floor, I had only gained 7 pounds. I liked that number much better.
However, after a few more months the kitchen floor became uncooperative in giving me the number I wanted, so I tried the carpeted living room. The scale didn't like the carpet too much, but it gave me readings that weren't as scary as the kitchen did. Eventually however, even the carpeted floor showed numbers that were climbing at an alarming rate. So I put the scale away and decided not to stand on it for a while.
A year passed before I stood on the scale again, during which time I had changed pants sizes twice upward. I dragged the scale to the living room and braced myself for the bad news.
It was bad.
I had gained 25 more pounds. Back into the bathroom went that scale. At that point, I joined my local weight loss center. I lost 20 pounds and quit. I thought I had my eating under control.
However, almost immediately I began gaining weight. I hadn't learned how to eat properly, so I went right back to chips, cookies and chocolate. Standing on the scale was a thing of the past once again. I probably would have avoided the scale forever had I not gotten pregnant. When I stood on the scale in the doctor's office for the first visit I weighed about 45 more pounds than I had when I got married. The pregnancy put on 75 more pounds. Every time I went to the doctor I wore my lightest weight maternity dress and took off my shoes before I got on the scale. It didn't help.
After the birth of my first child, I tried the weight loss center again with no success. I would eat very little the day before the meeting, wear my lightest clothes and think “thin.” It didn’t work. Added to my unhappiness was that the scales didn’t measure in tenths of a pound, but just half pound increments. I didn't lose any weight and quit again.
Weighing myself on my home scale became a comic routine. I'd stand on the scale, look at the number and move the scale around. I'd stand on it again, trying to shift my weight to one side or the other, hoping the needle would swing correctly. Sometimes I'd even twirl the dial to start below zero, so that I could see what a lower number looked like. None of this worked.
Eventually I stopped weighing at home, choosing to be surprised at doctor visits. My highest weight was 305 pounds.I still remember that day. It was seeing that number on the scale that turned my attitude around and I lost weight and got healthy. If the scale scares you, turn your life around and make some positive changes.