The Dreaded Scale

I say that you should throw that scale out. Throw it right out the window and watch it crash onto the ground! Wasn't that fun? Liberating?! The scale is the worst invention. You don't need the scale to tell you if you've lost or gained a few pounds. Your clothes will tell you much more about your body than your scale will. Often, even when I think I've lost a few pounds, the scale will tell me otherwise. And the opposite is often true as well. I find that my clothes are a much better judge. I don't really care what that elusive number is anyway - my goal is to fit into my clothes and to feel good. So, I let my clothes and my body tell me how I'm doing with my health, rather than a computer with a number.

I know that sounds radical and might be hard for some of you to handle. But, it's truly great not to think about the number anymore. I was considerably heavier during my last pregnancy than I've ever been before, and I didn't need the scale to tell me this. I could feel it in my clothes, in my breathing, in everything. Now, I've been working really hard to get back down to my normal weight and I get excited each time that an outfit that I used to wear fits. That's my barometer - that's my scale!