Wednesday 27th March 2019,

My Journey from Flab to Fit: Confessions of a Weighaholic

My Journey from Flab to Fit: Confessions of a Weighaholic

My name is Eloise and I am a weighaholic. It would be slightly dramatic to say that weighing myself is my reason for getting up in the morning, but actually, its not far off.

When the alarm goes off in the morning, the prospect of stepping on the scales and obtaining actual, quantifiable, empirical evidence that change is happening makes it that little bit easier to get out of bed. Sound a bit weird? It probably is! I can’t help it though. For me, there is nothing quite like cold hard data. I’ve tried giving up, I really have. I even gave my scales away, but it wasn’t long before I had to buy myself a new set.

And before you start with the ‘muscle-weighs-more-than-fat’ spiel, yes I know. I know that as an indicator of progress, weight is probably not particularly helpful. For a start, all sorts of things can make the number on the scale fluctuate wildly.

It’s also hugely personal; one person may look slim at 11 stone, whereas another will be a bit on the chubby side at 9. I know all of this and yet for some reason I still can break the addiction. I weigh myself daily, almost without fail. Partly its curiosity, partly it has simply become routine, but mostly its because I crave proof that my hard work is paying off.

This may all sound a bit obsessive, but I’m a very results oriented person. I like the satisfaction of setting myself goals and then ticking them off the list, one by one.

There’s nothing better than a good to-do list as far as I am concerned. I’ll be honest, sometimes I even add things to the list that I have already done, just so I can have the satisfaction of ticking them off! But recently I’ve been thinking that maybe these goals are not always a good thing. In fact, I think that sometimes they can be a bit counterproductive.

Yes it is motivating to see the scales moving in the right direction, but the flip side is that when they don’t, I start to feel disheartened.

I think there is a risk that these specific goals induce a ‘can’t see the wood for all of the trees’ situation. By getting so caught up in the minutiae it is easy to lose sight of the bigger picture; getting fit and being healthy.  Because really, that’s what it is all about isn’t it? If I look good, and feel good who cares what the scale says?

Is this going to stop me weighing myself tomorrow morning? Probably not!

Are you a weighaholic too? Or do you ignore the scales entirely. Let me know in the comments below…

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About The Author

Lawyer by day, aspiring fitness fanatic by night. Working hard and trying new things, blogging about my journey from flab to fit.

  • Nathalie Curabba

    Hi Eloise- I’m a recovering weighaholic. I was afflicted most as a teenager and inflicted upon myself the exquisite suffering (which teenage girls are particularly good at) of trying to look “perfect”. You know, Christy Turlington perfect. Then it faded for several years. Then, I got pregnant and I weighed myself like never before!!! It was awful. I don’t know what I was looking for, but I had to work hard to let it go. Thankfully, I’m back on the wagon and living scale-free. Thanks for a post that makes sense even if the logic behind getting on the scale in the first place lacks it!

    • Eloise

      Thanks for the reply Natalie, I am happy to report that since writing this I have managed to give up weighing myself completely! I cut down to once a week first, then just went cold turkey. I some times wonder what I weigh now, but I am trying to gauge progress by how I feel and how my clothes fit instead, and I think this is much more sensible.