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Why I Decided To Throw Out My Scale

Ok, well I didn’t really throw it out.  I just don’t use it anymore.  And I haven’t in probably at least six months.

Let me start out by saying I have nothing against people who weigh themselves regularly. My husband likes having a scale in our bathroom to help keep him in check, and because he finds it helpful for him personally, I support it and him.

I think in order to explain why I no longer use a scale, I should start by sharing my fitness journey.  Growing up, I was never ‘overweight’–my weight and height always fell within the healthy BMI range.  But I wasn’t exactly healthy either, especially during my college years and after I graduated.  Sure I’d hop on a treadmill and walk for 30 minutes, but then I’d down some pizza or Spaghetti O’s for dinner and hit up the bar and consume way too many drinks.  Follow that up with late night jumbo slice and some greasy food the next day…you get the idea.  Not good.  But again, I wasn’t overweight by any health standards, and I don’t think there’s really a huge, noticeable difference in my appearance.

I remember starting to really feel frustrated summer of 2017–I actually had started working out more but wasn’t seeing any changes in my body.  My Little Bear told me about Tone It Up and their Nutrition Plan, and I decided to go for it.  I learned a lot about nutrition and how to properly fuel my body.  I dropped a pants size, gained muscle, and loved stepping on the scale to see how much weight I had lost.

But then I found myself all of a sudden tied to a certain number, using it to dictate my mood.  If the number went up, I was frustrated and upset and restricted certain foods the next day.  If it went down, I was happy and congratulated myself on my diligence.  Clearly unhealthy, but I continued this way for a few months.

I didn’t think it was an issue until my Little Bear commented about it one day.  I think I was either complaining about how bloated I looked or was scrutinizing myself in the mirror, and she said she was concerned about it.  I assured her nothing was wrong, but it got me thinking–maybe I did obsess over my weight too much.

I mean, weight fluctuates everyday for so many reasons–if it’s that time of the month, if you’ve had a little too much sodium, if you haven’t had your morning poop 🙂.  It just became too overwhelming for me to keep up with.  I finally decided I’d had enough and needed to kick my scale to the curb.

Since making that decision, I haven’t stepped on a scale in at least six months and have never felt happier.  I honestly couldn’t tell you how much I weigh, nor do I care about the number.  If I indulge, I know how to get myself back on track.  And honestly, I still slip and beat myself up about it sometimes, and I’m in no way perfect.  But I’m at least more aware that it’s an unhealthy trap to fall into, and do what I need to in order to break free from it.

Again, I have nothing against people who do use scales regularly–my point is, do whatever is healthy and works for you.  Everyone is different, but if you find yourself developing some unhealthy thoughts/obsessions related to weight, it may be a sign to take a step back and reevaluate things.  You’re more important, and worth more, than a number!   

Have you ever felt chained to your scale, or obsessed over a certain number?  Share how you overcame it! 

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