I don’t keep a scale in my house because I don’t care to know how much I weigh. I know that I eat well and exercise regularly, so I’m probably at a healthy weight for me. If I had a scale in my house I would probably compulsively weight myself daily (sometimes multiple times a day) and I pretty positive that would really effect me negatively. So I live my life not knowing how much I weigh and just being happy with my body.
I was in a bathroom recently that had a scale in it. I hadn’t weighed myself in probably 2 or 3 years so I was curious. I stepped on the scale…
…and I was totally shocked.
While I feel like I’m in the best shape I’ve probably ever been in and eating healthy, that darn number on the scale was the highest I’ve ever seen it. I didn’t like that. Who would?
This made me think about what was going on in my life the last time I remembered being weighed and how I felt about that number. This was probably sometime back in college. I was running, stressing over classes, walking everywhere, and honestly I my diet was a mess. I did not eat well in college. College was definitely a low point in my nutrition because,well, I just didn’t really eat. When I did it was salad, toast, dry cereal or fruit. Not really ideal. But I felt happier with that number on the scale then.
But was I happier with life? no.
Am I happier with life now? definitely.
So what does that number really matter? I’m certainly not fat. And in fact I workout more now than I did in college, so it makes sense that I need to eat better and that number on the scale is higher because as we all know muscle weighs more than fat and happiness can sometimes be found in a sprinkle covered cupcake.
Do you weigh yourself regularly?