From the time I was 12 years old, I’ve been obsessed with the number.
My mom took me to a TOPS meeting, stepped me on the scale and when the number came up at 120lbs – she freaked and thought I was overweight (I wasn’t – I was very healthy for my age & height)
The number has ruled my life.
And for the last 15+ years, the number has been significant. The number has been frightening. The number reached the point at which I told my husband “If I ever get that heavy – just shoot me. Life wouldn’t be worth living”
The scale has determined my life, my mood and my choices.
Just before Christmas – Coach Michelle challenged us to toss the scale.
Yeah. I did it. I wasn’t really happy about it. Its gone. Landfilled.
But I tossed it.
Because I am more than that number. That number will not tell anything other than the pull of gravity on my body. That’s it. It won’t tell me anything else.
Yesterday was weigh/measure day. I measured. I did not weigh.
I will not own a scale again – and I don’t know that I will ever weigh myself again. Perhaps only on reviews. Once every 3 months or so.
But the scale no longer rules my life. The scale is gone. I am focused on my health, what I’m eating and how much energy I have. I am focused on how my clothes fit. How far and fast I can skate.
But the number? It doesn’t matter anymore.