Let me start off by saying I just bought a scale for the first time in my life. I never had a scale growing up, and the only times I could ever really weigh myself when I was younger were in gym class or at my grandparents house. The reason we never had a scale in our house, well I’m not quite sure why really, but I always thought the reason was because scales just generally make you feel like crap; and I grew up with two sisters remember. I mean, how many times in your life have you really been happy after stepping off a scale? Probably a handful compared to the 100 times you just felt like a big fatty. But alas, I caved and bought one on sale at Canadian Tire on Monday night.
I know it might be risky having a scale, but let me explain the reasoning behind it. So, as you probably read on my Saturday link love post, I went to Whistler this past weekend. On the Saturday night my friend and I went dancing and I was so excited to finally bust a move. I rarely go dancing anymore, possibly because I’m getting older, as evident from me using the term “bust a move”, so when I have an opportunity to do it, I do it! I brought two outfits with me to wear so I’d have some options, but when I tried on the dress I was hoping to wear, it didn’t fit! It didn’t help that I had already had a few glasses of wine, but when I looked at myself in the mirror, looking like a sausage disco ball, I almost wanted to cry. How the hell did I gain weight? And how much weight? I’ve been running for almost two months now, what the f***!
Well, that last part is half true. The past two weeks I haven’t kept up my running (for shame, I know!). I’ve been so stressed out about getting everything ready for Christmas, my trip to Thailand, and my wedding that the last thing I wanted to do was jog in the cold rain after work. And I guess my diet hasn’t been amazing either. I’m still on my sort of vegetarianism, trying not to eat meat more than once every couple of days, but I think I’ve been replacing the meat with carbs, as so many of you commenters warned me about. So I thought if I got a scale, maybe I could track things a bit better.
Now, it may seem kind of stupid to start amping up getting fit in December, especially when there are cookies, chocolates, and full fat everything everywhere, but I honestly feel like if I wait until after New Years, I won’t be able to fit into any of my clothes. My jeans are already pretty snug, and I don’t want to have to buy a bunch of new clothes because I can’t get my sh** together! I may love food as much as sleep, but above anything else I am cheap, and would rather not spend any more money at the mall this month.
I’m not going to tell you my weight (obviously), but let’s just say I’ve never seen that number before in my life and it truly terrified me. I don’t want to be a bulging bride and if a scale could help me get my a** in gear, then I’m sure as hell gonna give it a go!
Do you think this is a good or bad idea? Do you have a scale at home?
-Mo’ Houses out!