Dear Scale,

I never even knew you before I started this process almost 4 months ago. You were just an enemy I had to endure at random times so a medical professional could judge me before they spoke to me. I often bore through sickness and pain alone just to evade your reality. Because it wasn't my reality. Through my lying eyes, the mirror didn't show what you claimed I was.

When my eyes opened I considered you a friend for a time, but only when you showed me what I wanted. Now, these last 2 weeks, you have become my crutch and my obsession. I visit you every morning and mourn when you have not changed for me. I became dependent on seeing you and I have demanded more from you than you should have to give.

So, dear friend and closest enemy, our frequent visits have come to an end. Your 2 week solitary confinement begins immediately.

You acquaintance only,

Me

HW: 328 (02/21/17)

SW: 271 (05/24/17)

CW: 262

3 minutes ago, B.Annie said:

Dear scale,

I never even knew you before I started this process almost 4 months ago. You were just an enemy I had to endure at random times so a medical professional could judge me before they spoke to me. I often bore through sickness and pain alone just to evade your reality. Because it wasn't my reality. Through my lying eyes, the mirror didn't show what you claimed I was.

When my eyes opened I considered you a friend for a time, but only when you showed me what I wanted. Now, these last 2 weeks, you have become my crutch and my obsession. I visit you every morning and mourn when you have not changed for me. I became dependent on seeing you and I have demanded more from you than you should have to give.

So, dear friend and closest enemy, our frequent visits have come to an end. Your 2 week solitary confinement begins immediately.

You acquaintance only,

Me

HW: 328 (02/21/17)

SW: 271 (05/24/17)

CW: 262

Great post!

And how did your scale take the letter?

Good for you! I'm all in favor of letting the scale be in confinement too. Cute post!

I declared a moratorium on the scale on Sunday! I've been on it everyday since. And twice on Monday. This morning I gave up and said "I can't quit you." and my scale laughed and showed me no intention to change.

Well done!

And how did your scale take the letter?

Not too well. I heard the scale crying and then I realized it was a kitten who had walked in the closet as I was putting away the scale and got shut in. Kitten is free, scale is still in confinement


HW: 328 (02/21/17)
SW: 271 (05/24/17)
CW: 262

I really like this. It does kind of feel like that. I have hated gthe scales all of my life. In High School I was around 130 or 135, I nthought I was sooo fat. Heck I didn't know what fat was. Fast forward my hatred just cntinued to grow. I would cancel Dr appointments or not make a appointment to begin with. And do you know why? THOSE DARN SCALES. I have found thru my life that I can and will say "I'm not weighing today> PERIOD I fell like the only reason I should be weighed is if I am sick and they need to know how much of a dose I will need. Even after I have lost 124#'s and now weigh 125, I still hate the scales!! I wish everyone would stop judging us onhow much we weigh or how much we don't weigh. Just a fellow hater. LOL

I feel like my scale is training me like a dog.

When I do something right, it rewards me. At first, consistently. But as time goes on, even though I'm continuing to do things correctly, the rewards are spaced further apart. I never know when the treat will come, so I'm keeping the good behavior up. One day, the treats will stop coming altogether, but by that time, the behaviors should be so well ingrained, that they are second nature.

@Berry78

I love this analogy. I am currently training a new puppy of mine and this resonates so true to me. I'm still pre op, but I know post op I'm going to remember this.

Funny thread all around actually. I weigh myself every single day and I always have, its not healthy. I can look back on photos and tell you for almost every one of them how much I weighed at that time. We're going to have a very different relationship soon (my scale and I). After gaining 100lbs over the last 3 1/2 years, I have felt ruled by that number as to whether or not I have a good day. I felt like as soon as I made the WLS decision, and got approved for a date in exactly a month from then, we are now the best of friends about to take on a battle. These forums are so helpful to read. Thanks everyone for sharing what its like.

I can identify with this one! I didn't own a scale, ever, in my adult life, until I decided to have this surgery. It definitely was the enemy as I've only ever lost weight twice and the regain was just painful (a custodian where I worked once asked if I was pregnant, I'd regained so fast).

These days, I walk by my scale and sort of eye it suspiciously. The psychologist said it might be a good motivator for me, but to only weigh once every couple of weeks. I'm going to give it a week, then see where I'm at. It is something I've always struggled with and my self-awareness has always been way off. I wear stretchy clothes, so anything short of 50 lbs just doesn't register with me!