I can probably count on one hand the times I have stepped on a scale in the past several years to learn my own weight. Not because I enjoy being fat or because I am lazy, but because it terrified me. After I got sick in high school, the doctors told me to throw away all of the scales in my house - that the weight gain didn’t matter as long as I was healthy. I agreed, until I returned home from the hospital to discover a horrifying number on the scale. And by horrifying number, I mean five pounds less than I weigh now. I spent two hours crying on the floor of my bedroom. But, I had to agree with the medical professionals, to a certain extent. After all, muscle weighs more than fat. A more accurate way of measuring weight loss is exactly that - measuring. That’s what I’ve done and continue to do when monitoring my size.
