I’ve mentioned before that I have dealt with an eating disorder and everything that entails. But not weighing myself was the last thing that I wanted to overcome.
Weighing myself isn’t something that even crosses my mind anymore.
For over a year, even though I reached my target weight, I weighed myself every Saturday. Without fail! And when the scales moved up, it would affect my mood until the following Saturday. Now, in my opinion, that’s not healthy. And we aren’t talking about 5 pounds weight gain… we’re talking about my weight going up half a pound, or quarter of a pound from the previous week.
I wanted to remember that whatever I weigh, that I am happy and healthy. And weighing myself, was making me unhappy.
It started off small…
I’d weigh every other Saturday.
Then every third Saturday.
Then the first Saturday in the month.
I haven’t weighed myself since September (just before my birthday) and I couldn’t be happier.
Not knowing what I weigh doesn’t affect me. If anything, I’m happier now that I don’t know. And my weight can’t have changed that much, up or down, because all my clothes still fit!
At the end of the day, I’d rather enjoy my life, weigh a few pounds more, and be happier. Than obsessively counting calories like I used to.
If anyone reading this currently feels that way, you aren’t alone. And you can get through this.