The Weigh You Are

Over the last few months, I saw a gigantic increase in my weight. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. Every morning I would hop out of bed, and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I would take off running. I’m not kidding; I would get my workout clothes on and hit the streets. After I was done running my 3 miles, I would immediately rush in, strip off those smelly clothes, put on some new ones so I could lift weights for 45 minutes. Then there I stood looking at the scale and the scale looking at me with a sassy grin. I know that evil thing was just mocking me and waiting for me to step on it and to see that terrible number. Then laughing as I stomped on it really hard like a 3-year-old throwing a temper tantrum.

I have stomped on it so hard that I just knew it was going to shatter into a hundred pieces. But nope, there it sits pushed in the corner, waiting to ruin another day. JERK!

NO MORE

Around July, I said enough is too much this scale is sucking away any amount of happiness that comes my way. I remember I would stop myself from laughing by accidentally thinking about how much I weighed that morning. And then I would just feel hungry and out of control. How can I tell someone else what to do if I’m not practicing what I preach. I thought I was, but according to the scale, I must be eating everything in sight. Hell seems like I’m clearing out my cabinet, refrigerator, and then hitting up all my neighbor’s snacks.

The more pressure I put on myself, the higher the scale went!

So I just stopped. Yep just like that. I was done weighing myself. Often times, I would turn into a madwoman and weigh up to 5 times a day. Now, how stupid is that. Why on God’s green earth would I expect the scale to change in my favor after a full day of eating.

The Weigh I Am

I realized that I was allowing the scale to determine the WEIGH I saw myself. When I looked in the mirror or saw a video that I posted, I would feel good about my curves. And would often say, “okay, abs, I see” or “okay thick thighs, you are looking stronger than life.” Then I would remember that the scale said that I’m technically obese and should get my mouth wired shut! And just like that, my mood was shot to hell, as well as my self-esteem. This is ridiculous because I just loved the WEIGH I looked, and now I’m discouraged because I didn’t see the number I was hoping for. (~Heart Drop~)

What I Know For Sure

Being thin doesn’t mean your healthy. Being overweight doesn’t mean your unhealthy. All of our bodies are different, and the way I carry muscle will differ from the next female. Some women have big breasts, which weigh a lot. Some women have bigger hamstrings, gluteus maximus, and calves, which also weigh A LOT! Your scale doesn’t take all of that into consideration. Not everyone is meant to be a size 2. You have to pay attention to your specific body type and see where and how you carry muscle.

Comparing Different Bodies

There are many different factors to consider before we get wrapped up in a number. We have to stop saying, “a woman of my age and height should be_.” In addition to those, we have to include muscle to fat ratio, sex, body fat distribution, and/or body shape.

There are so many factors that go into making you, You. We are doing a total disservice to ourselves when we step on that scale and begin to beat down on our progress. So, before you begin on another weight loss journey, make sure you measure every part of your body and repeat once a month.

Don’t depend on that scale to whisper sweet nothings to you or, in this case, write a sweet number. The truth is our weight will change the older we get, the more kids we have, and when we put on more muscle (Just to name a few). But through all the ups and downs, remember to love you.

You are perfect, just the WEIGH you are!

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~