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To Hell with the Scale

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

So, I have always been hung up with the number o the scale. Every since I have dealt with my body image, I always have a number in mind of where I want to be. Well, I am TIRED of that number haunting me. I am tired of being disappointed when the scale does not show the number I want to see. It is extremely frustrating when I think back on how upset I get with myself because of that damn number, completely forgetting all of the hard work I've put in at the gym and how much stronger and healthier I am becoming. NO MORE! I refuse to let a number drag me day and throw me off focus any longer. My measuring stick is changing. I am going to concentrate on shortening my mile time, having better endurance and watching my clothes fit differently. After all, the number is really not what's important. What is important is me being healthier and feeling good about myself. So, TO HELL WITH THE SCALE!

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STEPH057 3/26/2013 1:04PM

    Well said! I'm not gonna lie, I am addicted to my scale and weigh myself several times a day. BUT I won't ever let that number get me down!

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IFDEEVARUNS2 3/26/2013 10:52AM

    I'm with you on that! emoticon

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SHANALOUISA 3/26/2013 10:34AM

    The scale is my mortal enemy . . . it is so deceitful. I'll be feeling all good about myself and in an instant of stepping on it . . . I feel defeated. I KNOW my body is changing . . . I can see it . . . I FEEL better . . . but that dang scale just won't let me be great. I know your feeling. Don't weigh yourself as much. Focus on how you feel, how your clothes fit and maybe even on measurements. The scale is not end all be all. I am so with you . . . TO HELL WITH THE SCALE!

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SMARIEGLO 3/26/2013 10:24AM

    Amen!! I gave my scale to Good Will years ago. I agree with everything you said about how frustrating and upsetting it is to look down at the number, finding out I gained a pound when I was SURE I lost a couple. I was obsessed with that white flat thing sitting on my bathroom floor. It held so much power over me! I'd weigh myself 2 to 3 times a day which often caused anxiety. It became counterproductive-- if I did gain a pound after working out/eating right for a day, I'd get pissed at myself and then pig out. Soooo finally i decided the same as you-- "the hell with the scale".
My clothes are my gauge-- I've got 3 sizes to choose from in my closet! But I've recently decided to get weighed at my doctor's office once a month so i can track my weight here. I haven't done that yet-- still a little nervous about that number. lol
thanks for starting this blog:)

Sarah emoticon

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Reflecting Back...

Wednesday, March 06, 2013

As a child, I never had problems with my weight. I was always a petite little thing, but well toned and defined thanks to years of gymnastics. When I graduated high school, I carried 98 pounds on my 5'3 frame.

The 'Freshman Fifteen' I picked up my first year of college looked good (although it was more like the freshman twenty for me)! The weight looked good, but now that I look back, I realize I was beginning to pick up some bad habits. I was no longer active and surviving on a college student bank account, my meals were less than healthy or well-balanced.

Fast forward five years after graduation, I was pregnant with my first child with my boyfriend (now husband). At the beginning of my pregnancy, I weight sporting a healthy 125 pounds but at delivery, I tipped the scale at 167 pounds! After having my daughter, I never dropped back down to my pre-pregnancy weight, but my now 130 pound body looked Six years later, we got pregnant with my son - beginning weight now 138 pounds. I am not sure if it is because I was now a 30 year old woman but the weight just didn't shed like it did during my first pregnancy in my early 20s.

Now, I am a 37 year old woman who's weight has fluctuated constantly over the past 4-5 years. At one point my weight edged its weight up to 167 pounds again, only this time I WAS NOT PREGNANT! I did not realize how big I'd really gotten until I looked back through some photos from a friend's wedding. At that point, I said I was going to jump head first in and lose weight. I did an excellent job, dropping all the way down to 145. Still, I was not tackling weight loss and working on a healthy me the right way.

After dropping down the lowest weight I'd been since I was in my mid 30s, I managed to gain back 12 pounds. I am NOT HAPPY with the way I look. I am NOT HAPPY that I have let myself become embarrassed of my body and image. I am NOT HAPPY that I am not setting the proper example of healthy with my children. Rather than jumping on the latest fads and trying to drop weight extremely fast, I am committing myself to a healthy lifestyle - exercise and healthy nutrition. My mom has a background of heart problems along with many other health issues; it could all very well be genetic. I am going to do everything I can to be healthy and not contribute to issues that could be lurking in me within my genetics. I will be healthy for myself, my health and my family.

Here's to finding HAPPY!