So long sucker!

On Friday I did a massive purge of my apartment.  I donated bags of clothes, put stuff in storage, and

FINALLY THREW OUT MY SCALE!

When I stopped dieting I decided to keep my scale.  It was one of those super digital ones that give your weight, body fat, time and temperature, programmed your VCR and went after your enemies.  When I bought it I was so obsessed with numbers I had to have the most accurate reading ever.  I couldn't get rid of it for three reasons: (1) I couldn't live yet without a scale (2) I wanted to see how stopping dieting would affect my weight and (3) I paid $85 freaking dollars for it.  .

So periodically I would check my weight and it would always be anywhere from 230 to 240.  It never ever changed.  No matter how I ate or moved, the median was always 235.

So I got bored and forgot about it. (Thinking I would one day smash it in a scale smashing party that never happened) until I found it while cleaning.  It was covered with an inch of dust.  I hit the button thinking the battery was long dead but I got the 000.  So I thought I would take my last run on it.

This is the last time I weighed myself at home. I plan on getting a Yay! scale which I will be happy to step on every single day.

It took a lot of willpower, especially when I tossed the 85 freaking dollar super smart scale into the regular garbage (being a digital, I couldn't make it into a Yay! scale). I didn't give it to someone else or freecycle it.  

So goes my final dieting tool to a landfill in New Jersey that people in the future will one day find and wonder what it is.

Comments

[Elizabeth Twist]

Congratulations on throwing away your scale! I remember the day I did that. My scale was cheap and most definitely non-digital, and it had been slowly breaking down for ages. Somehow the mechanism had gotten to the point where the number it showed was way less than my actual weight. Here's the nutty thing: for that reason, I was extremely reluctant to get rid of it. Finally I realized that the attachment I had to the (wrong) number it would display was a little bit wonk. So I chucked it. I kept weighing myself at the gym, but that was a first baby step in a long journey toward accepting myself for whatever I was, and ditching the reliance on numbers.

[WeightlessOne]

I had a bit of a clean out this weekend too. I'm moving my home office to a larger room in my house. I was cleaning out old files and shredding them to be later used when I need to clean out the vermicomposting bin and set it up again. I found numerous dietary logs and copies of instructions for the last diet I ever let a doctor put me on (this was years and years ago). First, can you imagine how satisfying it was to shred those pages, and second, how happy it made me feel to know that paper would be given to my worms as part of their nourishment and then, after they processed it, given to my plants to nourish them. So something that didn't nourish me at all is now going to actually provide nourishment to both my worms and my plants.

[Jen]

Way to go! I've lived without a scale for five years (ever since I moved out of my mom's house) and I don't miss it one bit. I think it's really helped not to have one the past couple of years as I've discovered FA and HAES.

[JeanC]

I found my way of disposing of my scale to be very therapeutic:

http://www.webpages.uidaho.edu/~bjcraw/graphics/freedom/freedom.html

LOL

[Elizabeth Twist]

Holy heck, JeanC! You're awesome! And hilarious!