I was the woman that weighs herself every single day, even on holidays. Yup, I even took my scale to my mother in law’s house over Christmas.
Data collection and progress tracking, or so I thought.
I eat clean, do not overeat, and workout like a mad woman; yet my body continues to exert more and more gravitational pull on the earth. I have been getting the results that would coming from bingeing, yet I have not indulged.
Screaming into a pillow is something I may or may not have indulged in.
Weighing in and receiving frustrating results at 4:34 in the morning every morning is no way to live.
The daily morning conversation.
DL: Good morning Mr. Annoying Scale. I am going to stomp on you and you are going to tell me I am making progress, ok?
Mr. Annoying Scale: Whatever.
DL: Ok then. Let’s do this thing
Mr. Annoying Scale: And take that Mrs. Stompy Pants! That is what you get for smashing your heel on me – MORE gravitational pull on the earth. I dole it out like candy on Halloween. SNAP! Did I mention candy? Oops, sorry about that, (insert evil laugh) candy is something you haven’t had in months…or is it years now?
DL: I hate you.
Afterwards I found myself peering in the mirror and saw, as coined by by friend Julia, ‘The Hippo Effect‘.
Instead of seeing myself, I chose to see a hippo.
Some mornings a lot, and I mean a lot, of positive self talk was required to make it over the mental images that flashed before my eyes.
I am proud to say most days I found myself leaving my hatred of the scale behind by 4:57.
There is no purpose in weighing myself at this point in my journey. I am not training for a competition, rather I am becoming the most fit Donloree possible.
I made a decision before heading into the middle of nowhere last weekend.
The scale stays home.
For four glorious days, I ate sensibly, rather around like a mad woman, laughed, and felt amazing; all without having a gravitational pull measurement lingering in the back of my mind.
- I was me and I was free.
When I got home on Monday night, I tucked the scale away and I refuse to pull it out again. There wasn’t even a ‘last weigh it for giggles‘, I was done.
Mr. Annoying Scale and I are on a break.
It’s not me, it’s you.
It has been 7 days of freedom, clean eating, training hard, and happiness.
I am a fabulous and fit woman and I refuse to be defined by a number. The amount of stress that has been lifted by making this simple change is more than I anticipated.
I am committed to eating well, training, and chasing down audacious dreams, weighing in doesn’t help; it just hinders at this point in my journey.
- Throw off all that hinders you and run the race!
All my clothes fit and I am happy.