I for one am sick of it! Who cares how much I weigh as long as I feel good about myself, am healthy as I can be, and am HAPPY. I have become so obsessed with the scale that I haven't been HAPPY with me because of the stupid number on that stupid machine! For goodness sake, I am running 4-5 times a week (at least 3 miles) and I am giving my body the best foods I can, so that it can be as healthy as it can be. That also means my SOUL. If I want a freaking Popsicle then I should be able to eat the freaking Popsicle without feeling guilty and feel like "I have to run that off tomorrow." How stupid. I am DONE with that kind of mind set. I am going to exercise because it makes me feel good, not because I have to. I LOVE running, sweating, breathing hard, pushing myself. It makes me happy and feel good! I am done with the scale. Yes, I have been losing weight but more importantly eating better and exercising makes me feel good about myself. No one cares what the scale says. If I am confident and feel good in my clothes and about myself then who cares if the scale says I'm "fat". I am done with that mindset and I am SO done weighing myself. I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing and forget about that stupid number. The stress of trying to reach a certain number is really weighing on my mind and my level of happiness. Why base my happiness of what that machine says? Shouldn't I base it off how I feel and how I feel in my clothes?
More importantly, I don't want Hazel to see me constantly weighing myself and counting EVERY single calorie that I put in my mouth. I want her to see her mom HAPPY and HEALTHY. I don't want her to become a teenager and not be happy with her body because I was constantly not happy with mine while she was growing up. I want her to see me eating healthy foods, being active, and being healthy. Not starving myself so I can become what society thinks I should be. I don't ever want her to feel like she has to starve herself to make others happy. I want her to be healthy, active, and HAPPY. Not constantly thinking "am I skinny enough?"
Here are a couple pics of this weekend where I ate WAY too much food, drank WAY too much beer, and had the best time with lifelong friends.
(& despite eating anything I wanted I still lost 1.6 pounds... STUPID SCALE.)
I don't ever want her to stop being herself. She is the best person I know.
Until Next Time
-Mrs. K. Scott