First order of business today is to stand up on my little, tiny, insignificant soapbox and whine preach a little today about why I hate scales.
Ahem.
In all seriousness though, scales piss me off. We base so much of our self worth on that little tiny number, or at least I do. What that number says can make or break my entire day. It changes how I feel about myself, my mood, how I treat my husband…it’s ridiculous. Anyone else out there picking up what I’m putting down?
This all stems from the other day, when I basically had a scale-induced MELTDOWN in front of my husband, Preston. It was pathetic. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m struggling with the concept of “skinny fat” and how to bring down not my body weight, but my body fat percentage. I’m fine with the way I look, but that recent health scare really put things into perspective for me. So, I spoke to a nutritionist about my eating habits, and her alarming response was that I needed to be eating MORE than the current 1200-1300 calories that I was consuming. I worked out too hard to be eating so little: my body was holding on to fat like a new puppy. So…I’ve been doing that. I upped my calories to around 1600 a day, sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less. I haven’t overindulged too much, I haven’t underfed my body. I’ve actually been kind of digging the way my body has been looking lately….and sadly, THAT is a rarity.
So, what possessed me to hop on the scale yesterday morning, I’ll never know. I was feeling SO good about myself, my body, everything. I was starting to tell that my workouts were actually making a difference. I wore a swimsuit to a Cinco de Mayo pool party and didn’t feel like submerging myself in the water the second my coverup hit the ground.
But, I hopped on the scale Monday morning, and nearly passed out.
I’m no nutritionist. I’m not a dietician, I’m not a trainer. I don’t fully understand why the body works the way it does, but there has to be SOME explanation for my weight going up almost 7 lbs in a matter of 2 weeks. Especially when I feel like I look better than ever.
Maybe I have body dysmorphia…but instead of thinking I’m fat, I actually think I’m not???
Whatever the reason, whatever the case…I’m over it. OVER IT. My clothes fit, my body is tighter than ever, and I’m happy with the way I look. And because of that (and the fact that my poor husband can’t handle another scale meltdown), I’m saying screw the scale! 
We don’t need it. It tells us NOTHING. Muscle weighs more than fat. Water retention goes up and down at the blink of an eye. The scale is not the number we need to focus on. It doesn’t need to control us. What matters is if our expensive (or inexpensive, whatever) clothes still fit, our lucky underwear doesn’t split, and that we love ourselves despite that evil little number. I have many people in my life who love me, despite that evil little number . They have no idea what that number is, or if it goes up or down. My husband tells me I’m beautiful LITERALLY every day, and he sure as heck doesn’t know what that number is.
Can I get an amen?
Phew, I’m glad I got that off my chest.
I hope everyone had a fun Cinco de Mayo! I did…I think. It was definitely a rough day. Cinco de Mayo: 1, Melissa: 0. But Preston and I had a great time hanging out with friends and getting a little sunshine.
Preston wanted to go for the pensive look. He doesn’t ever want to take photos with me, so I obliged 🙂
My final thought of the day: frozen bananas. Just a little insight into who I am, or maybe a tip to those of you who are just like me: don’t put the WHOLE BANANA IN THE FREEZER. Especially when you are making a protein smoothie, after a boot camp, and you’re starving and all you want is a banana in your smoothie ASAP!
Sigh.
Now, how exactly do you peel a frozen banana? The same way you peel a normal banana, it just takes 10x longer, and you end up with frozen fingers and a poor attitude. That is all.
Do you have a no-scale policy, or do you feel that weighing yourself daily is the way to go??
Talk to you all soon! Tomorrow the husband and I are off to LAS VEGAS! Can’t wait to share some of that trip with you!
-Melissa
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