My mother doesn’t keep a scale in the house. In fact, as a child, I don’t ever remember having a scale within 30 miles of our residences. I think my mom was trying to avoid OWD (Obsessive Weighing Disorder) which would eventually lead her two daughters to develop full blown Eating Disorders. Or maybe she just hating weighing herself too.
As a teenager, this would drive me crazy, not knowing how many pounds I was. But without constant monitoring of my weight, it was easier to forget about it. I went through my days mostly clueless and partially in denial about my weight until I either:
- Went to the Doctor
- Saw a picture of myself (we really didn’t have any full length mirrors at home either)
After that, I would hide in my friend’s bathrooms, weighing myself on their scales when ever I visited. Then it would go like this:
- Moment of HORROR- reading the numbers
- Return home and cry about it
- A few days later wonder how much I weighed now
- A week later assume I either didn’t lose any weight, so I might as well eat what I want, or assume I has lost weight and could eat something greasy if I wanted.
- Return to friend’s house and weigh myself again
- Repeat cycle
I can’t say that having a scale in my house would have changed these habits. I think that every teenage girl one day realizes that she is no longer just a person, but a person who will be viewed as either HOT or NOT. That day is one of the worst in your life (unless by some miracle you are one of those girls who at 12 has a mature sense of confidence and self-worth), and the battle with the scale begins.
Had I been one of those girls, maybe having a scale around wouldn’t be such a big deal. All I know is at age 12, I realized my mother was hiding the scale from me, and for two reasons: to protect me from self-hatred, and to make me think that weight was not important. Of course my interpretation of that was that she didn’t want to me know I was fat, and that by keeping me in ignorance, I would be thrown in the ocean of Kate Moss and calorie counting without a paddle.
Lets just say I hardly ever look at pictures of me in High School.
I’m 25 now, and I think I have matured considerably. I think I can handle having a scale in my house. It is only a tool to help track of a healthy lifestyle, right? I can monitor without OVERmonitoring, right?
What is your opinion on having scales in your house? How many times do you weigh yourself a week? A month? A day?
I wonder how much money is made in the “scale making” business..hehe.