Scales Must Be Broken!

Admitting your weight, even pronouncing it out loud, is not the easiest thing to do, especially when you are starting your weight loss battle. To be absolutely honest I do not even own a scale at home because I consider it as a tremendously traumatic tool, and I could never understand how people have a scales in their bathrooms. Isn’t the world cruel enough already? Of course, deep in my mind I have nothing but admiration for these people’s bravery. Although, I think if you are to put a scales somewhere in your home, that place should be the kitchen, right next to the fridge, surely not the bathroom. In fact, they should invent new type of fridge that won’t open until you step onto the scale, and make it talk to you with a programmable choice of voices. I’d program mine to the voice of Sergeant Hartman from “Full Metal Jacket.”  I can imagine already my fridge talking to me, “You have not lost a single pound since your last visit here. Your a** is just as fat as it was before, yet you need another snack, don’t you?! Drop and give me twenty! Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will lose weight. I am hard but I am fair!” And after you are done with your push-ups it would vend you a bottle of a water as a reward. Yeah, that should be motivating. Of course, there’s always a danger that you’d get yourself a rifle and start shooting your fridge. :)

Since I do not have a scale at home, I usually rely on whether my favorite jeans fit or not. For example, ten years ago, when I was 18 years old, I was a size 10, which with my six foot height looked pretty all right. A few years later I remember having jeans of a size 14, but then dropping to a 12, and staying at this point for a few years now. I guess my biggest victory would be going back to size 10, as I seriously doubt I can push it to a size 8. The last time I had jeans size 8, I was probably still a developing teenager of 15 years old. It would be the same as trying to get your size nine foot into seven-and-a-half shoe. It’s not gonna happen!

In fact, this whole experiment is all about NOT stressing yourself out about the weight drop. Finding a comfortable and healthy scenario of weight loss and sticking to it for as long as it takes is a key. For Michelle and myself, time is not an issue; we do not have any upcoming wedding dresses to fit into, and preparing for summer season in California is useless, as it feels like summer practically all year long. I guess our philosophy is that we need to change the mindset of our eating habits, and the outcome should be more than rewarding.

Now for the measurements. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be, but I guess it’s like jumping into the deep end of a pool, you just need to take a deep breath and do it.

Height: 6’0″

Arms: 13″

Bust: 40″

Waist: 33″

Hips: 41.5″

Buttocks: 45.5″

Thighs: 27″

These are my starting measurements at the beginning of our Diet Drop experiment. My next milestone would be minus five pounds without any time frame, you can read about my planned milestones and rewards here.

Yours truly,

— Vita (: