Tuesday night I started throwing up and didn't stop until sometime on Wednesday. It was that horrible stomach flu I might have mentioned 80 times already. After I stopped throwing up and could stand up, do you know the first thing I thought?
Oh, I bet I lost a bunch of weight! I jumped on my scale and sure enough I lost 5 lbs.
I was so happy. My stomach flu was the start to an awesome diet, on my way to my happy weight.
This morning I jumped on the scale again and, no surprise to anyone, I gained a few pounds back because I actually kept liquids down yesterday. Instant sadness. My super awesome diet over.
Does anyone else see this as total madness??? Of course I lost weight, I almost lost an organ throwing up. Of course I gained it back, I drank gatorade and ate soup.
I have a lot of skinny friends, really skinny friends, and I know they don't have scales.
Well I am about to join my skinny friends. I am throwing my scale away, in the trash, for good.
I am done letting a scale dictate my happiness.
No longer will some form of measurement determine my happiness.
For 8+ years I have stepped on a scale every day.
If you're still reading this post, I am here to declare that I am done, done, DONE.
My scale is in the trash.