I have written a few posts in the past about my issues with the scale. For years I would weigh myself every single day of my life and the number that popped up would determine how I felt about myself that day. Not a fun way to live right?!? Over two years ago I wrote about my decision to stop weighing myself.
That was one of my best ideas ever. I stopped the obsession with the number on that little machine cold turkey and it helped my brain/happiness levels/health a lot.
During pregnancy I decided that I wanted to continue to not know my weight and instead just have my doctor tell me how I was doing in terms of being on track with my weight gain. That too was an awesome decision because it took the stress off of gaining weight and I didn’t even worry about it.
Then something crazy happened.
Two weeks ago I was in the bathroom at the gym and I thought, ‘hey, I should weigh myself because I really have no idea how much I weigh now.’
I got on.
Saw a number (might I add it was 20 lbs more than I weighed 3 years ago).
And it didn’t produce any emotions. It was just a number.
I feel strong, healthy and very fulfilled with my life right now so how could a number change the way I feel about myself?
My worth is based now on being a good (at least I like to tell myself that I am) mom/wife/sister/friend/daughter and I love that I have finally come to a place in my life where I realize that.
I came home and realized that I wasn’t in a bad mood…. I used to completely avoid the scale and I realized that this was the first time I was completely unaffected by the number.
Brooke has helped me a lot. I actually just posted something that I wrote when she was just 2 months old of what I did to help me feel good about that post baby body of mine at the time (when your uterus is still 10 times bigger than normal and your body is still recovering from delivery) so if you want to check it out, it is HERE. I really want to be the best example ever for Brooke and that includes having a healthy body image.
(Took this picture this morning as she was CRAWLING (scooting) herself over to come snuggle with me)
I am sure a few years ago I would never have thought that I would be okay and not even care about getting on the scale and seeing a number higher than what it used to be but it happened. It feels really good. I probably won’t weigh myself very often just because I don’t know why I would but next time I am at the doctors office it will be awesome to just get on the scale facing forwards and not allow the scale to determine how I feel.
How often do you weigh yourself?
Does the scale affect your mood? Has it in the past?
How do you gauge where you are in terms of your health?