Hello from Miami! Isn’t the Internet a beautiful thing? I’ll be sharing lots of pretty pictures with you guys soon. In the mean time, I’d like to take a moment to declare this “Serious Saturday” <– Can we make that a thing?
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There’s an issue that’s been lying heavy on my heart since I went to the doctor the other day. It has literally been months since I last weighed myself. I’m at a point in my life where I feel great and honestly don’t care about the number on the scale. However, it took a while for me to get there.
I know for some of us, numbers are triggers. Because I was so obsessive in the past, just the thought of counting calories gives me anxiety. So does knowing how much I weigh, which is why I’ve avoided the scale. When I went to the doctor this week I stepped on the scale for the first time in months. To be honest, I didn’t even want to know how much I weighed but it’s kind of hard not to look when it’s right in front of your face.
I won’t say any numbers but I weigh less now than I did in high school. And you know what? I don’t care. If this was a few months ago, I would probably be jumping for joy and doing my happy dance.
This is my, “Is it worth it, lemme work it” – Missy Elliot
(I also squeal when I get really excited but I’ll save myself some embarrassment.)
I used to have this idea that I’d be happy once I reached a certain weight. Sure I’m happy now, but it’s for different reasons.
Does the number on the scale tell anyone about my accomplishments? My closest relationships? My ability to help and love others? My passions and dreams? Last time I checked, you couldn’t calculate these beautiful things in life with a number.
So for me… I’d rather measure more important things in my life: My level of happiness. The quality of my relationships. The quality of my workouts because I’m fueling my body with proper and adequate nutrition and not starving myself to look a certain way. The fact that I haven’t been to the doctor in over a year (ever since I started eating healthy) when I used to get sick almost four times per year.
I refuse to let a number define who I am.