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R.I.P. Scale.

For some reason, I couldn’t stop myself.  It was almost like I just had to prove something.  I felt horrible.  Stomach was bloated.  Hit snooze a few too many times.  All I wanted to do was eat Christmas cookies and drink coffee for breakfast.


My head was just in a bad spot. It really has been since I hurt my back, but honestly before that if I think about it.  The injury brought my workouts to a screeching halt.  Brought my diet to a screeching “yeah sure, I’ll have an extra piece/extra glass/extra homemade blah blah blah/etc.”


You know how that is.


It’s that slippery slope of feeling on top of your game, in charge of your choices and your health one minute. Then cookies, cheese, wine and the couch are totally winning the next.


So this morning it came to a head. And for some reason, I couldn’t stop myself.  It was almost like I just had to prove something.


And KNOWING that I felt this way, I made an awesome choice. And by awesome, I mean stupid.


I jumped on the scale. Now why the heck would you do that on a day you already feel like crap?


It’s funny.


The scale has such power over us.


Good number = good day.


Bad number = bad day.


So what do you think happened when I jumped on the scale?


  1. I got on. Weight was right at my comfortable weight.  Sigh of relief.   What was I worried about anyway.  Relax Schetler.




  1. I got on.  Weight was up from my comfortable weight.  Sigh of frustration.  Totally Defeated.  Time for an overhaul Schetler.


**Dislaimer: I want to say right here at this point in my story that I am skinny.  I am fit.  I weighed 200 pounds at one point in my life.  My lowest weight ever was 128 pounds (ouch – give this girl a cheeseburger!). I weigh 140 pounds today.  I am skinny and I know this.  It’s not about that right now.  It’s about the mind game the scale plays with us.  Keep reading**


You see where this is going. It was #2.  I got on.  Weight was up from my comfortable weight.  No wonder my jeans don’t fit.


Immediately started ranting in my head.  Stupid scale.  Stupid injury.  Stupid cake.  Stupid cookies.  Stupid wine.  Stupid “willpower” (my least favorite word).  Stupid jeans.  Stupid skipped workouts.  Stupid weight regain.  Stupid 140.


I’ve been steadily gaining weight since the summer.  Stupid summer.  Stupid getting closer to turning 40.  Stupid thyroid.  Stupid getting older.


Then I stopped.


This really isn’t a surprise.  Joke is on me.  I know I haven’t been making the best effort with my workouts lately.  I know I haven’t been making the best food choices.  I knew why my jeans weren’t fitting.  Really not a surprise.


I got off the scale.


Put my pajama pants and T-shirt back on. Come on, everyone knows they weigh with as little on as possible!


Picked the scale up.


Walked downstairs.


Out the back door.


And threw the scale in the trash.


I am not lying.


I threw that stupid scale in the trash with a little oomph behind it. UGH!


Not like a crazy person who throws a fit when something doesn’t go her way.


Not like that at all.


Like a person who is sick of caring what that number is.


Like a person who is in charge of her choices.


Like a person who refuses to allow a number to dictate how she feels.


I threw my scale in the trash.  And I have no plans of buying another one.


Back in the house, I felt liberated.


Sure, the focus of weight loss/weight maintenance/etc. usually ends up being about achieving a number.  But that’s just one prize.  The prize you get that no one else sees.  It’s up on your shelf, collecting dust.


The grand prize isn’t the number on the scale.  It’s what happens to you along the way.  The things that happen that the scale can never measure.  But everyone else sees.  That you see.  That you wear publicly.


You become an animal.  You become motivated by your own choices.  Your own results.


You become determined to succeed.  Hungry for fitness.  Inspired by killing your goals.


Confident you can accomplish anything you put your mind to.


Commit to the fact that anything worth having is worth working for.


Stupid scale.  Scale can’t measure that.


Back in the house, I walked by the Christmas cookies and coffee and headed for the treadmill.  Just like I had planned.


iPod blaring. Belt screaming.  I ran the fastest 5k I’ve done in a long time.


And I felt amazing.


Forget the way I woke up. I changed that.  I chose to change it.


Now I felt amazing. Head clear.  Motivated.  Hungry for more.


The power that we give to scales. To that stupid number.  The scale can set us up for a wonderful day or start us off feeing defeated.  Forget the choices we made.  Veggies we ate.  Water we drank.  Sweets we passed up.  Miles we walked.  All of a sudden all that matters is that stupid number.


This girl is done focusing on it.


This girl is going to focus on eating right.  Moving more.  Not because I want to see the number budge on the scale.  Because I want to be proud of my choices.  Feel good about what I’m eating.  Feel energized by my workouts.


My head was in a bad place.


It had nothing to do with my weight or the stupid number on the stupid scale.


It had everything to do with my choices.


And it’s up to me to change that.


It’s up to you to change it.


Resist the urge to let the scale dictate how you feel.


Take the power away from the scale. From the number.


Put the power into your choices.  Your actions.  You achieving your goals.  You killing your goals.


I will use that to fuel this fire in me.


I dare you to do the same.




7 comments on “R.I.P. Scale.

  1. Julie Benson
    December 22, 2015

    Love this post. My husband hid the scale from me over a year ago. I asked him for it back over the summer… after experiencing both #1 and #2 in the course of a few weeks (and ending with #1 of comfortable weight) I told him for real this time to GET RID OF IT. Haven’t been on in months. Such a weight lifted… Such a relief. If there was a middle finger emoji, I would be posting it towards the idea of using a scale. Thanks for the reminder that it’s about making good choices and that the “good day verse bad day” is a choice WE make, not the scale.

    Liked by 2 people

    • aschetler
      December 22, 2015

      Yessss!!!! Middle finger emoji!!! Where is that when you need it!? Thanks for reading!


  2. Worlds Biggest Fridge Magnet
    December 22, 2015

    Good for you. I can’t remember the last time i weighed. I do it all through clothing feel now.
    It is soooo good not being a slave to the weight police in the corner of the bathroom…!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Chelley Kraft
    December 23, 2015

    Mine is hiding under a shelf in the basement where I can’t see it. I agree with your post 100% I can be having an amazing day and if I step on there and don’t see the number I want to see, my whole world comes crashing down around me. And for what? (I’ve actually written similar blog posts but must say, the mental image of the scale “Oomph-ing” into the trash made me smile 🙂 Good for you!

    Liked by 1 person

    • aschetler
      December 23, 2015

      Thanks Chelley! A month or so ago I had asked Amy to hide it. She must have forgotten because it was still in the same spot the other day when I had my genius idea to get on it! I feel liberated that it’s out of the house and I will be using my clothes as a guide from here on out!


  4. crazyphatmommy
    December 24, 2015

    I’m torn about this one and maybe it’s because I have such a large amount of weight to lose and the scale is providing me with some of the feedback I need to know I’m on the right track. I use other measures as well, like inches lost and the way clothes are now fitting, but I honestly like my scale. I only weigh once a week and I don’t rely on it solely for a measurement of how I’m doing. But it is a tool I use regularly. Perhaps when I reach my goal weight I won’t rely on it so heavily, but for now it’s good for helping be stay on track and be accountable. I think it can be useful but for some people it can also be really unhealthy. I guess it all depends on the person and the purpose in which they use it. Maybe I’ll get to that point, I don’t know.

    Liked by 1 person

    • aschetler
      December 24, 2015

      Hey you never know! Another nugget to tuck in the back of your mind for later. Maybe it will start to make sense in the future, but as you said it all depends on the person. Either way, you’re doing awesome and you should be super proud of yourself 😊


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