Yesterday, my judgment clouded by National Chocolate Covered Raisin Day, I decided to hop on the scale at my gym. As I recently blogged, I had lost some weight that didn’t need to go anywhere after taking a certain pain medication and have been trying, through heavy but judicious use of chunky peanut butter and frosted chocolate cupcakes (bye bye, clean eating!) to put it back on.
So there I am, wearing underwear and a sportsbra, standing on the monstrosity we call a scale, and the needle hasn’t even hit the number when I hear a woman behind me call out, “It says, ‘Skinny!’”
I turned around, at first more concerned I had been caught in my least cute undies (I have quite the collection, including a thong that has a Rubix Cube on it and reads, ‘I play mind games.’” A smiling young woman, staring at me. I suppose I looked a bit confused so she repeated herself. And of course, like we women so often do, I felt this bizarre need to explain myself, so I launched into this whole shpiel about how this is not my ‘real’ weight and I hurt my neck in May and blahblahblah. She turned out to be super-friendly and we chatted for a bit. Her name was Eva, she has a bulging disk, too, and she felt my pain over temporarily losing my sweet tooth while on Cymbalta.
We left it at that and I wound up skipping my cardio and taking a Pilates class instead – if random people are telling me I look skinny, I think I can afford to give myself a day off from my normally sweat-soaking routine. But this got me thinking – does women love looking at other women on the scale and seeing how much they weigh? Is there a secret kind of schaedenfreude involved in seeing another lady get on and noticing that while her height is the same as ours, she weighs more? Personally, I always try to ignore it when women get on the scale in the locker room – a) I want to give them privacy and b) I hate the scale so much that I try to pretend it doesn’t exist. But maybe I’m in the minority. Do you look and compare? And what do you think of what this mysterious locker room maven said to me? Rude and snarky? Cute and complimentary? Invasive? Or just having some fun?