I have a confession: I don't know how much I weigh. I haven't stepped on a scale in five years. And quite frankly, I don't give a damn.
My relationship with the scale was like every bad relationship - toxic, but addictive. I told myself I used it to measure progress. But really, I used it for validation.
Every Monday, I'd weigh myself, hoping it'd forgive me for my weekend abuses. A lower number gave me permission to feel good about myself. A higher number required penance and self-loathing. An unchanged number was like, "Meh... No need to walk with your head down, but don't get too cocky."
Then one day, I stopped.
Initially, it was weird not knowing my numerical value. But I soon loved the realization that weight doesn't equal worth. How I feel, move, and look matter more than a digit.
I'm not saying the scale is bad. But many people have bad relationships with it. If that's you, try ignoring it for one month. Thirty days away from the scale may free you to actually enjoy fitness. Like Ross and Rachel on "Friends", sometimes you just need a break.
Author: Nikki Larkins