I need to completely let go of the scale and I'm writing a Dear John letter to symbolize. Is anyone with me??
I've managed to release myself from the bondage of calorie apps, taking my measurements, using the food scale, and exercise logs. But I haven't been able to get rid of the scale. I have begun to realize that there is nothing the scale can tell me that results to anything positive. If the number goes up I feel like a failure and it leads me to a binge. If the number goes down it makes me feel pressure to continue losing weight which also leads to a binge. Nothing comes from stepping on the scale but self torture and an imbalance of my mood.
So..... I have to let go of it. I'm so scared to do it! But it's undeniable that when I look back at my history the more I weighed myself the more I weighed. There are a number of years I did not use the scale and did not have an out of control weight problem. I have no idea what I weighed on my wedding day. I can see from pictures that I wasn't skinny, but I remember feeling beautiful and sexy and had no need of a scale to tell me so. So here's my Dear John Letter to my scale.
Dear Scale,
I want to thank you for being a trusted companion to me throughout these years. You wait for me patiently every Monday morning and have been truthful with me every time I step on you. I've grown to love and dread Monday mornings and so I must stop relying on you so much. Your side of the story has grown to be too black and white. You either tell me something good or something bad, and I know there is much more to the story than what you say. My Monday mornings now turn into panic rather than excitement no matter which way you tip. Like training wheels I feel I have outgrown the need to use you. It's time for me to start trusting myself and listening to what my body has to say instead. You may not have a final say in how I feel about myself. I do not need validation from you that I'm doing something right and I certainly do not need a scolding from you when I've done something wrong. There is no room for you in my life anymore. I will miss your constant companionship but I will try to visit you every couple of months for old time's sake. Please enjoy your new surroundings in the garage. I need space in my closet for my new shoes.


