Okay so I haven’t weighed myself in probably over a year. It wasn’t really fruitful and it was a little misleading. I mean my scale can’t tell me how much muscle I am gaining or how much fat exists between the layers of my organs or muscle. The scale can make me depressed if I have set some unrealistic, weird weight loss goal.
Instead I use my eyes. I look in the mirror and do a quick and always positive assessment of my birthday-suited body. Thanks to some free podcasts of Mel Robbins, I give myself a high five in the mirror. And thanks to a series of reminders over the years, I tell myself come hell or high water that I am awesome. If I don’t, who will?
I was in a hotel recently and there on the bathroom floor was a high-tech groovy weigh scale and I succumbed. Good thing was the batteries were dead. And there in front of me was a full-length mirror into which I stared, doing some assessment and then giving my seal of approval. Again, it is up to me.
If you eat your whole foods (I know it is getting more expensive to eat healthfully) and move, try to resistance train with bands or weights if you’ve got ’em (soups cans work), and stay away from the scale, wonderful things can happen. The simple act of telling yourself you’re awesome is something no one can take away from you. Even if you have a hard time at first, you owe it to yourself. It can be life-changing.
The Movable Beast 