The Break Up

So I went 3 weeks without looking at my scale... I hid it under the bed under the luggage, out of sight, out of mind... or so I thought.  For the first week or so, every time I went into the bathroom, I had the urge to hop on it but it wasn't there, so I'd walk away.  I kept thinking to myself, I wonder where I'm at; I wonder if there's been any sort of change... blah, blah, blah.  Lots of friends have been posting as of late, how many inches or pounds they've lost and how they're fitting into clothes they haven't in a long time and I just wanted to pull out the scale and see where I was at, but I didn't. 

I have been journalling my food regularly lately (except for the past few days because the website was being glitchy) but am back at it today.  Last week, I put on a pair of dress pants that I bought at Christmas time that I had to squeeze myself into and they were loose.  In fact, I could even pull them up without undoing them.  It was a GREAT sense of accomplishment.  I think I'm "getting" it more and more everyday.  I've had my slip ups but I work through them instead of beating myself up about them and I'm feeling great.  I severed the chains that my scale had attached to my ankle (and brain) and decided not to let the number define who I am.

This morning, I stepped on that scale and was nervous at first to look down; terrified at the potential of seeing no change yet again.  I talked myself into it and opened my eyes.  Well, it had gone down and I felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.  I am no longer a slave to my scale.  I stepped off that son of a bitch with a big grin on my face and kicked it back under the bed.  I'll see it again when I'm good and ready.

Seriously, if you are frustrated and are a slave to your scale (or any other thing for that matter), kick it to the curb for a few weeks.  Quit cold turkey and live your life!  Do what you know you need to do and don't let a stupid friggin number rule your world.  I guarantee you will feel a sense of freedom and you will be able to embrace your new (or in progress) you.  Afterall strong is the new skinny and beauty is not defined by the size of your jeans!



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