I mentioned in this post about what a filthy animal the scale is and ever since then, I am realizing more and more the power that it had over me.
The last week has been pretty crazy, we had spring break, my sister and her two kids were here from CA, birthday party, and the 5th anniversary of my Dad’s passing. My typical routine was to weigh myself in the morning before my shower, but I haven’t and it’s making a big difference in my day. This is a post for a different day, but I have serious mom guilt sometimes about taking any time for myself for exercise during the day and so I haven’t worked out in…yikes… I can’t even remember the last time. In spite of all of that, I don’t have the compulsion to “punish” myself by restricting foods and on a quest to lose weight as quickly as possible.
By not knowing what the scale says, it is helping! I have been working on improving my body image issues – because I have a TON of them – and I have realized MY WEIGHT DOES NOT DEFINE ME, like it has for YEARS.
I want to be the BEST version of ME. Not what the world thinks I should be. Exercising because of how it makes me feel, not punishing myself and saying I HAVE to do it or I’ll never lose the weight. It’s exhausting calculating every thing that goes in my mouth, only working out if I have my heart rate monitor on so I can calculate every calorie burned. I’m done.
I will no longer be a slave to a number. I will no longer be a slave to numbers. The key to my happiness and my version of a healthy lifestyle is exercising hard, being active as a family (bike rides, walks, hiking, paddleboarding, swimming, etc.) and eating healthy foods, NOT as a punishment, but because my body runs better when I fuel it better.
Wow. This post went way deeper than I imagined when I started writing it this morning. And, now I’m off. Time to get kids off to school, get me and the baby to the grocery store and home to tackle Mt. Laundry. Have a fantastic day!!!