Last April, I blogged about purchasing a scale. I had never owned one before, and while to some people it would be no big deal, there was a day when my weight ruled my life. Therefore, my scale purchase was a big deal. Looking back on my entry that day, I can't believe my naivete. How could I have possibly thought that it was okay to "experiment" with weighing myself at various times of the day? Suffice it to say, eight months later the scale and I have had a parting of the ways.
I owe much to my husband. When I shared with him that I felt I had become obsessed by the scale, and that I was tired of it, he made it disappear. Of course, I didn't know he had, so I almost fell on my face when I reached out instinctively with my left foot to pull out the scale and step on it - and it was gone! Here's the wonderful thing...I do not miss it. In fact, I can't believe how much better I feel about myself knowing that I don't know what my exact weight is. My pants fit. I like how I look in the mirror. How could I have let one number change that and dictate my opinion of myself? Getting rid of my scale has given me that "new haircut" feeling, like when you get giddy every time you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Only, I get giddy whenever I realize I like myself and I don't have to let a scale tell me I shouldn't.
What else do we tie ourselves to? What other false measuring sticks do we use to guide our journey through life?
1 comment:
Good for you! I haven't had a scale since I left home for college. They are no good for me.
As for other false measuring sticks? I think a big one is comparing ourselves to others. It seems to only throw me off my necessary path when I'm trying to follow someone elses. Don't get me wrong I admire a lot of people. I just try to remember that God intends me to be the best version of me.
I loved your comment today. It's so good to have friends that have traveled the road with you and share the same memories. I'm blessed to have you in my life!
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