When I came in from my run this morning, my husband was watching a science channel show about the planets. Did you know that if you weigh 150 pounds here on Earth, you’d only weigh 136 pounds on Venus? Now there’s some quick weight loss. The scale not cooperating? Shuttle on off to Venus for a quick 14-pounds weight loss. Wonder why we never see this on the cover of women’s magazines as a quick fix?
Could be that you get anywhere near Venus and you’d be a cinder, so your weight wouldn’t really matter anyway.
But it got me to thinking. Our actual weight (what the scale tells us) is based on gravity. If I weighed 14 pounds less on Venus (supposing I could get anywhere near Venus), I’d still look exactly the same.
I have a love/hate affair with my bathroom scale. It rarely tells me what I want to hear, but when it does, all is forgiven and I love it again.
However, there are so many other ways to measure how far I’ve come on this fitness journey. For instance, I swam 1,000 yards this morning and then went for a 2.5 mile run (which felt like I was on Venus because it was so hot and humid). I couldn’t do that a year ago. I couldn’t do that six months ago. And that’s a much bigger testament to how hard I’m working than the number on the scale.
Instead of moving to Venus, I think I’ll weigh my accomplishments instead of only my actual body. Might be a little easier.
And hey, if Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus anyway, does that mean we get a 14-pound pass? Maybe our scales are all wrong!