…me and the scale, that is.
For the longest time I had a love/hate relationship with the scale. A lower number made me feel great, a higher number made me feel awful(’tis the story of most females lives, right?). But even at a lower number, I’d still feel “not good enough”, I guess. I didn’t necessarily want the number to be lower, I just never felt wholly at peace with it. I would see the number on there and think, “Ok, not bad!” and then hear other women my same height and age weigh atleast a good 15lbs less than me. FIFTEEN POUDS. That’s a lot. I would then look at my body and think where the heck could I lose fifteen pounds from? …and the answer, I decided, is nowhere. I don’t have 15lbs to lose. I have muscle and that is why I weigh more than most my age/height.
In the past 2-3 months I’ve really become at peace with my body and how much it weighs. I’ve learned to use the scale when necessary(and there are necessary times) and to love the number I see. I have muscle. I’m strong and healthy. I’m in better shape now than I was in high school. I have what a lot of women want. I have an athletic body and I embrace it.
so, me and the scale?..we’re buds.
Don’t let the scale weigh you down(pun intended). Use it as a fitness tool that is personal to your body.
Take care of your body and your body will take care of you.