Addictions: Are You A Slave To The Scale?

Do they dictate your every mood like they do me?

When I weigh less, I feel happy and sexy, but when the numbers go up I’m miserable and depressed.

Ever since I can remember, I’ve had a love-hate relationship with the scales. Weighing myself daily became an addiction. The only times in my life I didn’t care about the scales was during pregnancy.  I was so happy and felt good about my body. Of course, my addiction returned after each baby was born.

Over the years I’ve managed to trim (LoL) that addiction to once a week and in January of this year I decided to stop completely. Yes, I quit cold turkey, no patches, no drugs, just pure determination and courage. I was so attached to those scales that I needed a friend to get rid of them for me.

It’s been 4 months now and I’m still alive!  With the scales and its negative messaging removed from my life, I’m so much happier. I still eat clean and workout regularly, no differently than I did before, except now I keep my weight in check by my clothes, and once in a while a tape measure. Don’t get me wrong, the temptation to jump on a set of scales is still there (I guess once an addict always an addict), but I remind myself, no matter what the scales say, it will never be good enough, so why ruin my day. As I write this, I realize weighing myself daily was equal to receiving a daily insult, my scales being the bully. What-the-heck was I thinking all these years!

So there you have it, my confession. Recognize any of these traits in yourself?  How’s it working for you? Leave a comment below.

(Hmmm I may end up running a rehab forum for scale junkies Hahaha).

-Shelley