CW: discussion of scales, weight, worries about weight change.
Since I bought my fancy shapa scale in 2017, I’ve put it away, brought it back out, and so on a couple of times. I took it back out a month ago. Turns out, I still fear what it will tell me. And I resent its power over me. But I haven’t yet found a way out of that often-unhappy collaboration.
One update about the scale software: the company has smoothed out the messages it sends. It doesn’t say things like “good” anymore. Instead it uses colors and slightly more subtle messaging. But I get their message–less weight is better, and more weight is worse.
So check out this post, and I’ll be following up in more detail later.
I really hate scales. I think I’m not alone here. There are loads of comic strips with scale jokes, but I will spare you because they all seem to presuppose that the scale is an authoritative judge and we are the irrational defendants whose weight is a crime.
And with respect to this scale hatred narrative, you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. If you weigh yourself, then you’re generally appalled or ashamed or enraged or depressed. If you don’t weigh yourself, then you’re avoiding your responsibility, which is to confront the reality which is the numerical judgment of your total worth.
Okay, maybe that sounds a bit dramatic, but this is the story that whispers in our ears from time to time.
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