Unpacking tonight I came across the bathroom scale. Now… I haven’t weighed myself in months. MONTHS! If you know my scale history at all this is quite an accomplishment as I was a daily weigher. But if you look at my weight progress this year I haven’t updated because I have literally stepped away from the scale. I packed it up in June and put it in storage while we waited for the new house to be built.
Well tonight I found it. There it was sitting on the floor. Tempting me. Taunting me.
"You know you want to know. How’d all the eating out and lack of exercise affect your weight these past 3 months? Come on. Hop on. It’s just a number."
I couldn’t resist. I did it. The number I saw didn’t surprise me. I’m up about 6 pounds for a total of 149. Which happens to be my official Weigh Watchers goal. However, I’m not going to lie I’m a little upset. At 1 point I was down to 135 and the fact that I’ve gained 14 pounds bothers me.
*slapping self across face* THE NUMBER DOESN’T MATTER DAMN IT!
It really doesn’t it. I feel great. I’m eating great. I’m happy. And anyway what am I going to do? Get depressed about a slight blip on the scale and starting eating crap that makes me feel even worse? Sounds stupid but that’s exactly what I used to do.
No more. Nope. Not me. The scale is not going to tell me how I should feel about myself. I value myself too much.