I think it’s time I end a long-lasting relationship. Yes, I’m breaking up with my bathroom scale. Fascinated with all things health and fitness, I am constantly bombarded with contradicting viewpoints on whether the scale is a helpful or hurtful wellness tool. Some days I understand the reasoning behind the method of occasional weigh-ins; though, I think it’s accurate to say that most either avoid the scale at all costs or end up with an unhealthy obsession of daily (maybe even multiple) weigh-ins.
I am smart enough to know that the number on the scale is influenced by many factors and that my gravitational number isn’t responsible for dictating my innocent days that are worthy of happiness in more ways than one. Rational knowledge versus emotions. #storyofmylife
Hold up… what is the root of this rant?
I stepped onto the evil device this evening to have it show a 1.5lb. increase in 24 hours. Was it the salty dinner I ate last night or the all of the fluid I’ve chugged today? I don’t know. The scale keeps that a secret and only lets your mind wander to unnecessary, negative thoughts.
Tonight I let a triple digit number override the smashing HIIT workout, track sprints and powerful push-ups I had done minutes earlier at the WREC… a mistake I’ve made one too many times in the past, yet have failed to learn my lesson.
Why do I allow the weight of my strong, leafy greens and chia seed-fueled muscles get me down?
With a month away from the gym, I let my strength training slip while I enjoyed a bounty of beautiful outdoor runs. I covered 94 miles in 19 days and my first two weeks of half-marathon training were solid; still, I scrutinize the larger circumference of my thighs after all the work they’ve done? #unfair
From previous experience, I’m aware that the number on the scale is typically higher during training. I ran my fastest half-marathon last spring at one of my heavier weights: tight jeans are OK. PR or booty-hugging bottoms – what would you chose?
I’m working on the relationship I have with my – one and only – body every day; I learn new things about myself every day – what it needs and what it needs to let go. I think it’s time I let my tie with the bathroom scale go for the better… for faster running, for heavier squatting, for a happier mind, for proudly filling in my designer jeans.
What’s your relationship like with the scale?
Wishing you many more strong Running Tuesdays…
Sincerely,
Hillary
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