I wanted to weigh myself this morning. It's a bad habit. I start eating healthy and trying to lose weight and I become a scale whore. Last week I told my husband to hide the scale. So he did. I spent a good fifteen minutes looking for it. In the closet, under the sink, I even got a chair out so I could stand on it and look on top of the cabinets. No luck.
Then it occurred to me that a scale isn't going to give me the feeling of being healthy. It isn't going to make my clothes fit looser, or make me fit into my favorite jeans that I haven't worn since before I got pregnant. The scale is also not going to show what an amazing job I did last week of eating a ton of fruits and veggies. Nope! The scale is going to show me one thing; a number. And I promised myself that I would not allow that number to deflect all of the good choices I've made.
I feel amazing and that's all I need.
I just had to comment on having your husband hide something from you and then spending time trying to find it. Hahaha! I have done the same thing. I love it!
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