I’m at my mother-in-law’s house for the week and so I don’t have my scale. Even though she has a scale I am not foolish enough to weigh myself on it. I haven’t weighed myself on any scale other than mine (except the one at my doctor’s office) in 12 years. Scale variability is too scary to someone with food and body issues. Or at least it is to me with my food and body issues.

I have an anecdote, actually, that sums up my experience with scales quite well. When my daughter was a newborn she had an allergy to dairy and soy. It took us a while to figure out what the problem was and there was a point at which we were taking her to specialists etc. to figure out why she was eating so little at only 4 months old.

One day, we took her to see the specialist and he weighed her. She was only 4 months old so she didn’t weigh much, maybe 10 pounds or so. We left the specialists office after the visit and drove straight to the pediatricians office and they weighed her there too. In the 20 minutes it took for us leave one office and arrive at the other she somehow (at least according to the scales) lost 11 ounces. That’s nearly a pound. That would have been 1/10th of her overall body weight. That is impossible.

That drove home the point for me that while the objective weight is important the relative weight is also important. What I mean is that it is important whether I weigh 245 pounds or 145 pounds. But the difference between 183 and 180 isn’t relevant if it’s coming from different scales but my brain won’t be able to process and handle the variation. It will mess with my head while I’m trying to lose or maintain if I’m jumping on and off scales with a 3 pounds differential.

To keep me sane I stick with one scale.

That was a long winded way of saying, I’ll weigh-in next week and it will be fine.

I did, however, get some validation this morning, even without the scale. My husband’s step father wasn’t here when we arrived on Sunday because he was away dealing with a family emergency. He arrived home last night in the middle of the night and so I saw him for the first time this morning. I haven’t seen him since before I started this diet and when I saw him and greeted him this morning he blurted out, “Wow, you’ve lost a ton of weight! You look so different.” Or something like that. (Frankly, I wasn’t expecting it and so I didn’t retain what he said very well!)

I figure he was functioning on about 6 hours of sleep over the course of three days and so there wasn’t much social filtering going on. He meant it. And it felt good.

I’m sticking the the plan that I made for this week and it’s not been hard at all. I’ve been doing protein & vegetable days everyday since arriving just to make things easier on my hostess. I plan to do pure protein days after I leave here for the few days leading up to next week’s weigh-in. Then I’ll go back to the proscribed pattern that’s been working for me.

It’s making me think that just doing the basic consolidation plan (after reaching my goal) of protein & vegetable days everyday except one day of pure protein a week while my body stabilizes at the new weight won’t be hard. Monday I had a great lunch of huge lettuce leaves wrapped around thick tomato slices and chicken salad. They were so tasty and filling I just kept thinking that there doesn’t really seem to be any reason for the bread other than habit!

So for today I’m feeling successful. It’s so nice to be able to measure success as stability, sanity, feeling tranquil, focused, and capable rather than just the scale. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ready to abandon my scale; I don’t think I ever will be again. I’ve learned I can’t forget this process; it’s part of my life and the attention I pay to it helps me keep that stability, sanity, and tranquility.

So, weigh-in or not, for today, this is my success.