My Scale is An Idiot

It's May.  The display on my scale hasn't changed in 2014.  Well, that's not exactly true; over the last 4 months it has inched up and back the same kilogram or two.  What the hell?!?  I am training harder than ever.  My nutrition is stricter than ever.  And God knows the enemy in my mind is as quick to pounce as ever despite a decade winning the obesity war  (and yes it is WAR): "You are getting nowhere...What a waste of time...energy...money!!!"  Moments like this cue up images of Mexican food and Gelato like movie trailers in my head.  I mean...what's the difference, right?  EXCEPT MY SCALE IS AN IDIOT.  Correction, it is idiotic to use a scale as an absolute measure of success because:

Have to admit that I have been an unwilling student of physics most of my life.  But, I know my enemy better than I used to.  And so, in January when my training changed to prepare for the Tough Mudder I recorded my measurements.  I wanted to understand how lifting heavier weights and adding more explosive exercises would manifest on me physically.  And, now, 100 days later, I can say for certain I WOULD BE AN IDIOT IF I MEASURED THE LAST 100 DAYS BY MY SCALE.  Here's what really happened while I did the first monkey bars and vertical jumps of my life:

 

  

Six inches in 100 days.  Maybe you'll always have a naysayer in your head.  But you don't have to listen to her.