Weight: Week Four (I think my scale is fucking with me, and other stories of the touristy side)

Well, I’m going to lead off with some good news: my foot is healed.

Okay, that might be an exaggeration, it could just be that the foot pain went away. But you know what? I’ll take it. And I did a lot of walking this weekend to make up for the last two weeks. Friday night I walked home from work, and got up bright and early to walk three miles to the National Mall to see the Cherry Blossoms at the Tidal Basin. Yeah, that didn’t go so well: 7:40am and the Tidal Basin was swarming with people, so I detoured to Franklin Square, hopped the Circulator to Columbia Heights, and walked home from Target: a total of 6.5 miles walked between Friday and Saturday.

Walking past the IMF Building at 19th & H, I was somehow able to keep my mouth shut when some tourist was trying to convince his kids, “This is the FBI building!” Similar style, certainly, but you’re about a twenty minute walk away.

Sunday, I was less ambitious: I walked up to Giant for some groceries for the Bookstore, but hopped the L2 to get to work (I would’ve been late otherwise). After work, I walked one of my alternate routes home, for a total of 3.8 miles.

And was my foot aching? Well, sure, but in the “Man, I’ve been doing a lot of walking this weekend, and these aren’t the most comfortable shoes ever” way, but not in the “Oh my god I think I ripped a muscle in my foot” way. So that’s good.

And, in other goods news, I weighed in at 246 pounds this morning. Granted, that’s only a half pound loss since last week, but any loss is no gain, so I choose to celebrate. Also, I was rather naughty with my calorie budget this weekend, so I’m grateful for any loss what-so-ever.

Alas, where there is good news, there is also bad news: namely, I think my scale is fucking with me.

Look, it’s not a bad scale (or at least, I never thought so), it’s made by Taylor, and I’ve had it since late 2005 or early 2006. I’ve really never had a problem with it, except lately, it’s been displaying weird error messages when I step onto it. I usually have to get on, get off, get on, get off again, before it finally starts calibrating my weight. I’ve been considering buying a new scale for a while, but Saturday night just sort of cinched it for me.

Saturday afternoon I traveled to my parents’ house in Columbia for a homecooked dinner. After dinner, and before departing for the Metro for a train ride home, I went to the bathroom, and while there, what did I notice on the floor? A digital scale. So I stepped onto it.

Quick backstory: If you follow me on Twitter (or, for that matter, Facebook), you know I was pretty excited Friday morning, as my scale read 244.5: in other words, I was halfway to my June goal (to lose thirty pounds in time for my sister’s wedding), and 17%* towards my overall weight loss goal of 85 pounds.

Back to my parents’ place, and the scale displayed 254.5.

Granted, I was dressed. Also granted, I wasn’t wearing my heavy shoes. Do my jeans, t-shirt, shirt, underwear, socks, wallet, SmarTrip lanyard, keys, and iPhone really weigh ten pounds?

I mean, I don’t actually know.

Anyway, weight does fluctuate daily, as Twitterer Nikki_D reminded me with some good advice, “weigh yourself once per week at same time of day.” Although, in my experience, five pounds variance is normal, so this ten pounds kind of scares me. I guess I could’ve set myself at ease this morning, after dressing, by jumping on the scale again. Perhaps I’ll remember this for tomorrow.

In any case, given my scale’s current technical issues, and the fact that it might be lying to my face about how much I weigh, I’ve decided to get a new one. I’m not looking for something fancy that’s going to run me a car payment, and while I realize you get what you pay for, I do hope to find something decent in the $30 range. Anyone got any recommendations?

It’s not all bad news: if I proceed on the assumption that my scale broken in that it is displaying the wrong weight ( i.e., I weigh 250lbs, but the scale shows 240lbs) what this means is that my actual starting weight was 269 (not 259). Really, though, my weight loss has been the same — I’ve still dropped 15 pounds.

Just I started heavier than I thought I was.

Of course — this is all an absolute assumption. My scale could be right, and my parents’ could be broken. They both could be right.

Or they both could be fucking with me!

Well, in any case, my current weight of 246 (assumed), is a total loss of half a pound since last week, and a total loss of thirteen pounds since March 4th. Go me!

3 thoughts on “Weight: Week Four (I think my scale is fucking with me, and other stories of the touristy side)

  1. Scales range dramatically. So, why not pick an “official” scale for your process and see what your weight is relative to the original reading on that scale? Also, if it’s giving you error messages, try changing the battery.

  2. You didn’t mention the jeans– worst thing ever to weigh yourself in! They always tell you at weight watchers never to weigh in wearing jeans. They say they can add 3-5 pounds which seems high but they are heavy.

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