Scale Left Behind
I have a love-hate relationship with my scale. For years I didn’t own one fearing it would only read ERROR because I was so heavy. After I lost a few pants sizes I bought a scale. The first weigh in didn’t make me happy but at least it was lower than my last doctor’s visit. From that day forward I stepped on every morning naked after my morning business.
*TMI? Come on…We all do it.*
I didn’t miss a day. It went on vacation with me to my mom’s or dad’s house. It was my constant travel companion because there was no Hunni at that time. I was looking for validation that the number was moving in the right direction to show I was getting healthier. In actuality I was becoming obsessed with the number. Sometimes I weighed myself 5 or 6 times throughout the day.
The scale went up; I had a bad day. The scale went down; The perfect day.Cycling round and round like a merry go round.
One day I realized the scale didn’t give me value…it gave me a number. I had fallen in love with Operation Beautiful but was still fat talking to myself while telling others they were beautiful. That night I posted this note on my bathroom mirror. I still weigh myself but it doesn’t control my day.
While packing for this week’s vacation I thought about my scale. The scale would not be making this trip. I left it sitting on the bathroom floor…on purpose.
I’ve learned the skills to eat well-balanced meals and indulge within reason. I know how to get in activity even if it isn’t formal exercise. This vacation is meant to be fun and I do not need the scale to validate that I am having fun…but not too much. The scale is just a tool…besides I had already packed enough to ENJOY MYSELF! I’m okay with it being at home…I hope it doesn’t miss me too much.
Do you weigh yourself daily? How long have you gone without weighing yourself?