- In my teens it validated my worst fear: I was fat. (I wasn’t but that’s a whole other story)
- In my 20s I fought it, continuously losing the battle while gaining more and more weight.
- In my early 30s I learned to use it as a tool and it helped me accomplish a weight loss I thought was impossible.
- Now I’m in my late 30s (sigh) and I’m done with it.
That’s right. You heard me.
… I don’t care how much I weigh. The number on the scale means nothing to me. What matters is that I like how I look, how I feel, how I perform, that my quality of life is high, and that I’ve established sustainable lifestyle habits.”
It took me a few years to learn that fact, but I’m exceedingly grateful I did, and it’s time for you to as well.
When you put things into context and focus on what really matters, then you realize the scale is practically meaningless.
I couldn’t have said it any better!
Now, all my weekly weighers, have no fear! I will continue to post the Wednesday “Weigh In” posts as I truly believe the scale can help you reach your goals depending on where you are on YOUR journey. I wouldn’t have gotten to this position of scale independence without going through the years I did using the scale as a tool.
But now it seems more of a hindrance than a help. In a way, I’m letting it hold me back.
I’ve outgrown it.
It’s time I move on.
Opinions and weigh-ins welcome (regardless of how or what you want to share.) Use this space as your weekly check in. I love reading all your updates!