I never weigh myself. There is such a stigma about wanting to see a smaller and smaller number that just isn’t good for the brain. The number doesn’t matter–it’s how you feel. I am much more focused on maintaining a healthy lifestyle than a healthy weight. But earlier this week–whether driven by curiosity or self destruction, I couldn’t tell ya–I stepped on my mom and dad’s scale.
And I discovered that I am ten pounds heavier than the last time I weighed myself!
It’s frustrating to think that I gained 10 pounds in the past few months, since I have eaten mostly whole foods and I exercised regularly. I definitely felt a little beer belly growth in New Zealand, but instead of thinking of it as “gaining weight” I accepted it as an un-holy souvenier of all my beloved pubs and microbreweries. I also feel like I’ve had one reason after another to celebrate over the past few months. Which is a good thing! But apparently, it’s caused a little bit of excess.
But see, this is why I hate the scale! Now I feel like I need to “loose weight.” Now I feel like I need to “watch what I eat.”
And sigh. I know I really don’t need to. Because at 5’6″, 128lbs is NOT in the “overweight” category. In fact, 118lbs was probably a little too slight for someone like me. The fear of blowing away from the top of Stowe is real. But seriously, I love my body and I know I look H-O-T!
All this taught me is that I need to refocus on eating right. In addition to my normal exercise regimen, I plan to eat three square meals a day, plus snackies only when hunger calls. (Plus one small treat each day ;)) And guess what? I am also going to record everything I eat for the rest of the summer! Are you excited?! Because that means I will be blogging about it!!!
Oh yeah–and I won’t be weighing myself again 😉
What is your relationship with your scale?