Photo from AmazonI didn't weigh in this morning because I knew it would ruin my day. I indulged this weekend. Mother's Day mimosas combined with Mother's Day brunch combined with Mother's Day hamburgers all equaled I DO NOT WANT TO GET ON THAT SCALE.
It's been four months of getting on the scale (more or less) every single morning, and sometimes a two-pound gain (after a long night in the gym) just wrecked me. Those numbers can certainly control your mood, no matter how much you wish they wouldn't.
You can get so frustrated by the numbers on the scale, you start to lose sight of why you exercise and eat healthy to begin with. Fitting into a certain pair of jeans is fantastic, I'm never going to say it isn't, but I work out because it feels really good to take care of myself and to accomplish goals.
So, I'm taking the week off from weighing myself. Not a week off from the gym or eating healthy, but just from checking in each and every morning. I'll be back next week with honest numbers to share because it's still about accountability, but I'm unchaining myself from the scale for a few days so I can focus on running and eating healthy because I enjoy those things, not because of calories burned and lost.
I want to lose weight. I want to be thin and fit. I can't lie and say I don't. But, more than that, I want to be the best version of myself. And that best version isn't a number.
Do you need to take a mini-scale vacation with me?