I really shouldn’t have labeled this post as a Part Two. I mean, sequels are not usually as good as the original.
Except maybe Back To The Future, Part Two. I really liked that movie. But was it better than the first? Not so sure.
This post is more of a follow-up, more of my attempt to get in a few more thoughts that I have on the topic of stepping away from the scale.
I am about to contradict myself but we cannot continue this discussion of stepping away from the scale without me pointing something out:
There are times in your life when knowing what you weigh is kind of important.
Only two years after giving up the scale, I was pregnant with my son. Throughout those 9 months, I was required to step on that scale every few weeks (if not more) at each and every doctor’s appointment.
I went on the scale backwards each time, letting the fluctuating number merely be a well-kept secret between my doctor and my file.
Sounds like a great little plan, yes?
The morning that my water broke I rushed on over to the hospital and arrived ahead of my doctor. And my file.
The nurse needed to know my exact weight in order to administer the correct dosage for the epidural.
In between contractions I explained why I did not know my weight. She did not understand, relate or attempt to sympathize.
She yelled at me.
If you are pregnant or not, you may very well indeed need to know or at least have a rough idea of what you weigh and I don’t want to interfere with that.
But, having a rough idea of what you weigh and stepping on that scale every single day are two totally different things.
If you already have an idea of what you weigh and want to stop living your life according to what the scale says at 6:00 am after you empty your bladder and before the first sip of coffee, let’s talk about how you can keep yourself in check.
Check in with your clothes:
It is no secret that I live in leggings.
And sunglasses but that’s only because they are prescription.
In order to live in elastic waist pants, I just make sure to “check in” with my jeans periodically to ensure that they still fit the way that I want them to.
I am famous for putting the jeans on, walking around the house and then taking them off in favor of my leggings before leaving the house.
During the winter months, I also “check in” with my summer wardrobe, as in slipping on the jean shorts and the occasional swimsuit. Just to make sure all is still kosher.
If something feels as though it fits “different”- EVALUATE.
If your jeans are loose, is this a good thing? Did you need them to be loose? Were you looking to go down a size?
If your jeans are snug, tight or just feel different, have you changed your eating habits or workout routine? Can you pinpoint what you have done differently?
Could it simply be where you are in your menstrual cycle? I know that for me, day 5, when everyone else is feeling bloat-free, I am at my most feeling-like-a-sausage encased in my own skin. Not the best day to check in with the jeans.
If you can find where you have overindulged, recall skipping more than a few routine workouts or know it’s been a while since you had your veggies, make the appropriate adjustments.
Sometimes though, maybe our shorts from last season shouldn’t fit. Sometimes there isn’t a dietary change to make.
Sometimes we are eating more or storing more “weight” around certain parts of our bodies because nature wants us to.
And, sometimes, our physical activity changes the shape of our body and requires more energy from food. This isn’t a bad thing.
What is a bad thing is if your clothes feel tighter and you have been eating less. Did you know that by eating less you can actually slow your metabolism thereby causing your body to store calories rather than burn them? Oh boy, this is totally a topic that deserves a post unto itself.
Regardless of how your skinny jeans are looking and feeling, please remember to love yourself anyway.
I know this sounds so cliché but it is true. You must learn to love yourself. At any size.
It is great to be loved and desired by someone else, to be told you are lookin’ fine in your jeans, that you are beautiful and pretty and the greatest thing since sliced bread.
You need to know this and believe this about yourself for yourself.
If you cannot love yourself as you currently are, fitting into your jeans or having someone else loving you and appreciating you seems rather meaningless.
Remember when I said the American Dream isn’t all it’s cracked up to be? I think that part of this so-called American Dream is this belief that if you could only be 5 pounds less, if only you could wear a size 2, you will be happy forever.
Just not the case.
As we all know, I am now divorced.
I tried very hard to save that marriage and every book I read at the time instructed me to dye my hair and consider losing weight to attract my husband back.
But I was already blonde enough and thin enough.
And if you are sitting there wondering what or who defines “enough”….I do.
What a disaster it could have been had I blamed my appearance, had I not loved myself enough to know that my pants size was not the cause for the demise of my marriage.
I don’t often touch on the details of my divorce as they really don’t apply here.
What does apply here is having some self-esteem, knowing you are enough even on those days when your jeans feel a tad snug.
And should there ever come a day when someone else fails to see that you are the greatest thing since sliced bread? Well then, let’s just have pity on their soul….they are probably on some fad diet where bread is taboo.
No one can live happily ever after without carbs.
Have you ever encountered a time when you needed to know your exact weight and didn’t know it?
Ever go on the scale backwards?
What do you wear more often – leggings or pants with a button?
Ever gain weight because you ate too little?