Is your scale dictating the mood of your day?
My scale is hiding in the closet.
But once upon a time, it was at the centre of my bathroom.
On the tile floor, because that gave “superb” readings. The lower the better, of course.
I would step on it several times a day.
First thing in the morning. After pee, and preferable a bigger doo-doo.
I would step on it 5 times. The lowest reading would be the winner of the day.
Low was a motivation “to be good all day”–day.
High could result in “a be bad all day”–day.
“Ugh, the number is high. Nothing is working. I can’t do this. I am a piece of s**t. I am worthless. Why can anyone else do the losing weight thing, except me”.
Ok, binge #1. Purge. Again on the scale. F**ck. Higher.
Binge #2. Purge. Scale. I am never going to eat again. Sleep. Repeat.
Can you see the sadness in all this? Can you feel how draining this was?
I lived this repetitive cycle for a long time. Giving up. Feeling like a complete failure.
My scale was running the show.
I am 100% healed now. So there truly is hope!
It was hard in the beginning. Every new step, every new thing is scary.
Giving up the scale, it felt like floating in the ocean, with no land in sight.
But, I got used to the floating feeling, and all of a sudden I saw land, hip hip hooray!
Of course it took more than the scale. It took a whole new approach to food. (Rebels Weight Loss)
Since the scale is gone. I am not going 3 sizes up and down all the time anymore.
I am steady. It’s a great relaxing feeling. And I don’t have any special gifted skinny genes, just sayin.
I wake up happy. I fit in my clothes. I fit in my clothes even if I am technically up by 5 lbs. Because that’s what we do. We fluctuate. But. At the end of the day, the clothes tell the truth. (Trujetty)
All that unnecessary stress we put on ourselves. All that mean talk in our heads. You know that mean voice is not really you, right? It’s the mean girls talk. It’s not how you talk to your kids. It’s just how you talk to yourself. You deserve that same kind voice that your kids get. Really? Yes, really?
Because you are enough. You are worthy.
That scale is a machine. You don’t need it to run a happy successful life.
I go once a year at the doctors office, and that’s it. I don’t even remember the number.
Are you ready to float in the ocean for a while?
Ready for true freedom, and happiness?