A while back, I wrote a post titled Screw the Scale. I talked about how the scale doesn’t define who you are. It doesn’t matter what a stupid number says. After living based off of what the scale said, I am proud to say that I could care less about that number. With zero desire to weigh myself, I am able to live my life without a number flashing in my mind.
So how was I finally able to get to that point? Slowly but surely, I weened myself off of the scale. It went from weighing myself three times a day, to once a day, to once a week, to never. My therapist was able to help me realize that the scale doesn’t matter. At all. As long as you are happy and healthy, then that’s all that matters.
The way I keep my weight consistent as possible is by my pants. If they fit, then why should I obsess about the number on the scale? I haven’t known my weight for about six months and I haven’t been happier. If I ever go to the doctor’s and have to get weighed, I asked to get weighed “blind.” That way, you step on the scale backwards. No biggie. And if I have to fill out paperwork with my weight, I put whats on my license.
So what if I wake up one day and my pants are tighter? Well, it happens. Your body is constantly changing. Maybe I had a lot of salt the night before. Maybe I’m bloated. Maybe they are a freshly washed pair of jeans. Things just happen. And it’s okay.
At this point, I don’t think I ever want to know my weight. Now now, not ever. That could change once I get older and have a baby and stuff but for now, I’m okay with going off of how my body and clothes feel.
Like I always say, this stuff is way easier said than done. That habit of weighing yourself can become so addictive. It can define whether or not you are going to have a good day or bad day. I know, I’ve been there. But once you realize how freeing it is to not define your life by a number, you will realize just how much better life can be.