Weight Management

So, the mission was to give up the love of my life (obviously after Mike and the children, oh and chocolate, and maybe ...!), the weighing scales for one whole month. How did I fair?

Well, the first week was hell. I was like some crazed drug addict looking for a fix, I really shocked myself. Mike, under my instructions had carefully hidden the scales. Every morning I was cursing him under my breath, whilst hunting feverishly for the scales. I even did the ‘now think like Mike, where would he decide to hide them?’

What was it that I was missing so much about the scales? Part of it was the morning ritual, but the main part was validation. The scales told me every morning (ok, most mornings) that I was fine. I was so and so weight, so I was normal and could go out and face the world. Without this reassurance I was a bit sunk. I’d have a mini panic, what if I’d put a couple of pounds on? What would people think? I can’t be a fat Weight Loss Specialist!

Then, after a week of playing hide and seek with the scales, I accidently (well sort of) stumbled across them. Then I had a BIG dilemma! I had promised myself and the lovely monthly group that I would not weigh myself for a month.... BUT I WAS DESPERATE!! What to do?

Yes, you guessed it, I gave in. I hopped on the scales, scowled that I had put on a pound and then jumped off again. And that was that. I’d done it... and achieved what precisely? Urmmm, nothing. It then dawned on me that I was being ridiculous and really did not need to weigh myself.

The rest of the month passed swimmingly. I had no desire after that frenzied first week to get on the scales again. I started to feel freedom that I wasn’t tied to my morning weighing ritual, and that as long as I felt good about myself, that was the best validation I required each morning to go out into the world. Who cares if I’d put on or lost a few pounds? As long as I felt comfortable in my clothes, then that was good enough, more than good enough. I had a few ‘events’ which in the past I would have tried to be a certain weight for (predetermined by nothing more than my mind), and it really didn’t matter. It was great to not put a dampener or lifter on the day, by how much I weighed.

So the monthly weigh-in day sped round. I dusted off the scales from their hiding place, and jumped back on. I’d stayed the same weight as last month – wahoo! Then I noticed that the scales were a bit wobbly, so I moved them onto a flat surface – two pounds heavier, so I moved them again..... STOP!!!!

My ex-best friend has now gone into early retirement in the back of the wardrobe, hopefully to never come out again and inflict my world with mad rituals any time soon! How I feel about myself and how my clothes fit IS now enough. RIP weighing scales.