I used to have this lovely little ritual. As an ex fatty (I use that term with much love BTW), I used to have a love hate relationship with my scale. I would get on it every single morning and then promptly step off of it…and kick it back to its corner. Love. Hate.
I was obsessed with what that stupid piece of equipment told me each morning. I ate with the sole purpose of making that number move each day.
Obsessed. With a number.
I have shared this story during several of my lectures and I am met with a large amount of people who giggle about it and then they nod because they KNOW what I was doing. How I was feeling. WHY I was so fixated. On a number. Because most of us have done the same exact thing.
Now that I have gotten a much better grasp on my health, it has become easier to let that scale collect some dust. The only time it comes out of the corner now is when I have to sweep the floors. Honest. The numbers have stopped mattering.
What is that damn number anyway? Who gave it to me? Why was THAT number marking health for me? I could drop all of the pounds that I wanted but it would still just be a number. True health isn’t measured by your scale – it is measured by something much bigger.
I found that I could finally smile at myself in the mirror when I stopped looking at my hips and thighs with a number on my mind. My secret? I stopped paying attention to the numbers and started paying attention to how I FELT.
What you FEEL is a much better indicator of true health than a number on your scale.
I realized that when I ate crap food, I would get bloated. Feel sluggish. My clothes would fit tighter. I would have circles under my eyes. I didn’t need to hop on a scale to know that I needed to eat better. I didn’t need the damn scale to tell me that I should be doing better because my body screamed that at me a lot faster than the scale did most of the time.
When I started listening to my body instead of the damn scale (or the media..or the worthless BMI charts) I could actually ENJOY my journey and I saw better results. Instead of waiting for my meals for the week to accumulate on my ass and make the scale tell me that I was being an idiot, I would feel it almost immediately.
Our bodies are really these magnificent machines. They work much more efficiently than a stupid scale does…if we can train ourselves to listen.
Discussion: Have you ever ignored your body when it tried to tell you something?