Oh honey, Alisa, I’m right there with you–my jeans are so, so heavy. And muscle weight and humidity are A BEAST. Also, I love you, Alisa. Friends, if there was ever a time to love on Alisa, it is NOW. Solidarity on the scale and peace out, my love!
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On my 29th birthday I went to Old Navy to buy myself a pair of fat jeans. I cried in the fitting room and vowed that I would make some healthy changes before I hit the big 3-0. Granted, I had a five month old baby and a two-year old at home, leaving me with pregnancy weight and little time on my hands for exercising. And though I had plenty of reasons to wait to lose those extra pounds, I knew it was all those excuses reasons that landed me crying in a fitting room at Old Navy in the first place. And so I kicked all those reasons to the curb and just did it.
Now I’m walking the fine line between managing my weight and obsessing over it. I realize that my weight fluctuates daily for a variety of reasons so instead of aiming for a special number, I have a five pound window and as long as I’m in the zone, I try not to let the scale bother me. But it does. So every time I get on my scale and see a number I’m not in love with, I remind myself of all the good reasons the scale is a liar. And then I laugh because I think I’m funny and it burns calories.
- These jeans are heavy
- My hair is wet. Must weigh at least 5lbs.
- It’s a new moon. Gravitational pull is off.
- My yoga pants are heavy.
- I’m holding a 25lb toddler. Naw, he must 30lbs…
- I exercised a lot this week. It must be muscle weight.
- My socks are heavy
- I’m going to start my period
- I’m retaining water
- I just had a baby. (20 months ago…)
- I’m breastfeeding. At least 2 lbs of that is milk. (Ok, I can’t use this one anymore, but I have!)
- I’ve been sick
- It’s Girl Scout cookie season
- Batteries are low in the scale.
- It’s humid. (The air is heavy, not me.)
- I had dental work this week and I could only eat ice cream. Totally not my fault.
- I’m on my period
- I’m dehydrated
- I haven’t pooped yet
- I ate a big breakfast
- I went out to dinner last night
- I drank too much water
- Steak was on sale at the grocery store
- My floor is uneven and it throws off the scale.
- It’s April 1st and even my scale’s in on the jokes
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Frugalistablog says
I use these same reasons. I’m German, and my bones are heavy. That’s another one I use.
Alisa says
Heck yes! My bones were very heavy this morning…
Parri (Her Royal Thighness) says
I love this! … my hair is wet. It must weigh at least 5 pounds! … I’m breastfeeding; at least 2 lb of that is milk … Funny stuff! Thanks for the smile!
Alisa says
Today’s reason the scale is a liar: bacon. Just bacon. (Thank you Easter brunch.)
Susan Maccarelli says
This is genius!! I refuse to weigh myself until I have my contacts in because I am convinced my glasses could throw it off. I would even go no contacts but I wouldn’t be able to see the # — wait, that might be a good thing?! So funny – I loved it!
Alisa says
I can’t read the scale without my contacts in either! And sometimes I wish I didn’t have my contacts in when I read the scale….
Kim says
My favorite excuse is that I’m wearing my glasses. They’re adding weight – and obviously I need a new prescription, because that number just *can’t* be right.
Alisa says
I love it!
Jessica says
AHAHAHAHAHA! All of these happen to me too! Weird! Sometimes more than one of these at once!
Alisa says
Oh yes. The combination best explains 5+ lbs. 🙂
Lisa @ The Golden Spoons says
Love these and use many of them myself! I also blame a great deal of the tightness in clothes on the manufacturers. I swear they keep making sizes smaller and smaller. What used to be an 8 is now a 10- at least!