Listen. We all get a little too attached to the number on the scale.
Yes, it’s a measure of health. Yes, it reflects how well you’ve been taking care of the one body God gave you.
But also. It’s just a number. Three digits that don’t add up to how beautiful and loved and worthy you are. Three digits that don’t need to have the power to make or break your day.
I’ve cried before after stepping off that scale. I’ve stormed into another room. I’ve let it ruin my mood. I’ve even let that number derail my focus on my goals!! One day I’ll see a number I don’t want to see and boom — a weekend when I could have progressed to my goal is thrown out the window in favor of sugar or fries or nachos which all whisper the lie that they’ll comfort my pain.
But that was then. I recently started a new ritual when I weigh myself and it has changed everything for me.
My problem was that I was putting too much weight (omg, best pun ever Christina) on the number instead of shifting my focus to celebrating more positive things. I need to have my eyes fixed on how great I feel! How much healthier my body is now! How much energy I have! How well I’ve done staying committed and motivated! That’s what I need to look inside myself and recognize before my eyes look down to the number.
So I put my scale on the floor in front of a full length mirror in my bedroom. When I step on to the scale, I look at my face in the mirror and I smile as wide as I can. Then in my head (or out loud… honesty… I’ve really said it out loud) I affirm my truthes.
“You are so beautiful!”
“You are a beloved daughter of God!”
“You are enough and loved just as you are!”
“I feel so healthy and amazing!”
“I am not powerless. I am capable and assertive and in control.”
“You’re doing a great job!”
Then and only then I look down at “my number” for that day or week and use it to gauge if there’s anything I would like to do different in the upcoming days.
That’s it. I move on. I let it go. It has no power over my emotions because I’m registering it right after I’ve reminded my brain (and my heart) about what’s more important. Sure there have times I’ve still been disappointed. But I don’t react to that disappointment like I used to. It’s such a gift!
I’ve really needed this practice because would you believe it — I didn’t lose any weight in the month of May. But I lost a whole pant size!!! Isn’t that funny?? More on why that was the case later, but regardless… I want you to know that I’m not just talking about how one day I went up a few ounces because of sodium, or hornones, or whatever…. Nope, it was a whole month. And I was fine. My journey is about SO much more than that number, and even if I have to remind myself of that every time I weigh in… it’s worth it for the emotional freedom it gives me.
If you’ve ever struggled with this, I highly recommend you try out this different routine for your “weigh-in” time. And even if it doesn’t work at first, keep at it. Find the phrases that your unique heart needs and keep repeating them to yourself!
I’m praying for you!
You Are Enough
Don’t ever forget that okay? You are beautiful and precious and deserve good things — and I can’t tell you that enough! Look I even dedicated a side-bar-box-thing to it. God has a plan and a purpose for your life and He died and rose again because He wants to spend forever with you! Okay, read on. Important reminder over.
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“The glory of God is man fully alive.” St. Irenaeus
Sometimes I still get nervous to share my before/after photos. I have this idea in my head that people will look at it and only see how overweight I had become. I fear they will judge me. I think of all things they “probably” think about me…
What if you decided to finally lose the weight you’ve been trying to lose because you’re tired of not showing up in your world as your best, most energetic, vibrant self?
And then (as they do sometimes) my day sort of crumbled into a heaping mess and then the messiness dripped into the next day too… and soon enough I forgot about the photo. I forgot about my big, awesome, fitness accomplishment.