"Mom, how much do you weigh?"
This morning my son crawled into bed and asked me "Mom, how much do you weigh?" "I have no idea," I said. "Once the batteries in our scale died, I never replaced them."
There were many times in my life where I weighed myself daily and deluded myself into thinking that I could be objective about the numbers and they didn't really matter. But the truth is, they did matter. In fact, they made me feel like a failure. Although I was eating healthfully, I wasn't on the right diet for me. I couldn't figure out what was happening, even though nutrition was my wheelhouse. I didn't weigh what I wanted to weigh. Therefore, I was a failure. And that failure looked me straight in the eye every single morning.
What the what?!?
So many of us are incredible people. We change lives, we are beautiful people, we make life for those around us a little sweeter while we're here on earth. We matter. We shine brilliantly. We love the hell out of others (and hopefully ourselves). So I'll be damned if I'm going to step on the scale anytime soon. (The same goes for measuring my body fat %, btw--not productive for me, either.) I already feel lighter just saying that.
There's plenty of opportunity to beat ourselves up on a daily basis. Why invite negativity into your life and take away from all the magic you bring into this world? It will only take away from healing your relationship with your body and loving your perfectly imperfect body, regardless of what the scale says. Btw, if you are somebody who can objectively weigh yourself without any dire consequences, good for you--keep on rockin'. For the rest of you out there, it's time to ditch the scale--for good.