Let’s be honest. Who hasn’t trembled standing in front of the scale?
Why we have such a complicated relationship with it is one question. For the time being, let’s try to answer a different one: when is it best to weigh yourself?
Monday morning? Don’t torture yourself. Who wants to start the work week feeling guilty about weekend indulgences?
What about Tuesday? Still too early.
Wednesday morning? Maybe…there’s a slight possibility that by Wednesday the “sins” from the weekend will have started to melt away, with the scale delivering a verdict you could accept.
Thursday? Better to avoid it. Usually by the third day of sticking to a strict food plan, we need a little break, and the scale isn’t forgiving.
Friday? Oh, happy Friday… the day our gastronomic sins start reaching the “unforgiveable” stage.
Saturday? Sunday? No comment.
The Verdict typically brings with it an ego blow. In extreme cases, we may lash out at our loved ones (perhaps those who generously cook all those memorable meals for us); in average cases, we may feel the urge to destroy all the mirrors we encounter during the day.
But then there are those rare days when the scale shows us a number we consider a reward for all our sacrifices. In the meantime, we continue to approach it with hesitation, with some variation of the same question always in mind: “What if I already gained back the 1,32 pounds I just lost?”
So now we’ve come to the first tip in my series of slow living advice for The Florentine: treat the scale as a tool, not an enemy.
Instead of wasting energy feeling guilty for putting on some weight (or simply assuming, perhaps mistakenly, that you’ve put on weight), approach your body as a well-equipped, data-emitting GPS. If you take the time to listen to it, and to follow its directions, you can be sure you’ll reach and remain at your ideal weight.