Ugh….I haven’t let the scale bring me down this much in ages. I actually quit weighing myself for awhile, maybe once a week or once every other week but I’d released myself from daily weigh-ins. I feel like I’ve reached a place where I understand my body enough to recognize changes. The one week I gained 3 lbs but I knew that before I stepped on the scale but I lost it again and have been steadily maintaining my weight, no loss, no gain.
I’ve been doing measurements and counting on how my clothes fit to guide me but yesterday morning I decided to pull out the scale. I wanted to set a new goal to help push myself to work out more often (still struggling with it but that’s another post).
It showed a number I haven’t seen in almost 2 months and I might have felt it a little bit but not 7lbs.
My clothes still fit. The day before I was admiring how great I look in my new jeans, which were 2 sizes down from what I was a few months ago. I was also admiring my whittled down waist line earlier this week. I felt good.
Yesterday as I dressed for work I found my confidence wavering because of the number on the scale.
This is how psychological body image can be because I felt fine the day before, felt fine yesterday morning until I did my weigh-in then I decided to start analyzing every part of my body. I quit thinking about how I felt, what I saw in the mirror, all I could see was the number. I had even done measurements the day before but the almighty scale told me how what my body really looked like to the world.
The rational part of my mind knows I might simply be bloated and I should also recognize the reliability of that scale is questionable. I’m frustrated with myself for even allowing it to get to me so much but I guess I still struggle to turn off the part of my brain that equates that number on the scale with how I feel when ultimately it shouldn’t matter.
And it doesn’t. I got myself dressed for work yesterday morning, looked at myself in the mirror, and liked what I saw so I decided that number doesn’t really matter. If my measurements aren’t changing, if my clothes are fitting, if I’m feeling confident in my own skin then….
Damn the Scale!
I’ve tucked it back away in it’s corner and will take it out again…someday, maybe 😉 or perhaps I’ll simple let it collect dust in the corner. I’ll count on measurements and how my clothes fit to track changes in my body but mostly I’ll just focus on how I feel, which today is happy and confident.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!!