My husband took the battery out of the scale...AGAIN! Luckily, I weighed before he did it. I'll tell you the results if you want to hear them? In a minute.
Why does he do these things to me? Care about my mental health? My obsession with the scale? Oh yeah, because he LOVES me. He took the battery out of the scale and put it IN my
BodyBugg. See last paragraph below. He says that I should be concerned about eating well and exercising, not the number on the scale. He's right. But let's face it; we ALL care about that number. Don't we? Please tell me I'm not the only one!
If I think back, I can recall the things that may have shaped me to care. I was always small. I mean tiny. I mean like TEENINSY. I don't know that I was necessarily any smaller than the average girl but the average girl was thin. Kids just weren't overweight when I was growing up. Not like they are now anyway. Most kids were normal weight. I know, this post ages me doesn't it?
Anyway, we were all active. We rode our bikes, built forts, and discovered the great unknown. All day long. Now, I have to bribe my kids. You can play Xbox (or insert PSP, DS, Wii, etc.) if you're active first. STUPID GAME MACHINES! Now, to be active, we make VIDEO games that make you work out. So crazy.
I'm the mean kind of Mom. I actually care if they are active
every single day. Can you imagine? I make them play outside. I make them ride their bikes with me or run at Shelby Farms. I make them do Power90, Insanity, or my made up circuits with me. I (get this) encourage a lifestyle of activity rather than one that's sedentary. During the summer I encourage all day outside adventures or swimming for hours. I never emphasize weight, EVER, because I just don't think that's important when you're a kid, but I always emphasize health. Even with being overweight myself, I've always been active with them or encouraged activity. Always. So I'm the fat Momma running with her boys. If you see me out at Shelby Farms, now instead of laughing at that lady, you'll admire me for pushing through it.
I also make sure they eat well. We've probably been more lenient in the last year or so with allowing them "normal" food. But I make it a policy to keep Trans fats, gobs of sugar, HFCS, and other junk out of their diet. We don't eat a lot of processed foods. I buy cereal every once in a while. Or chips. But MOSTLY, at least 80%, their diet is whole, real foods.
I got off my subject. Sort of. Back to when the number began to matter. HIGH SCHOOL. Suddenly my body became something other than just my body. It was a mechanism for luring in the boys. It was a tool for measuring my self worth. It was a way to be "better" than someone else. And suddenly it was important to me that I weighed 104 and Sally... well Sally didn't.
Granted, I did NOTHING to keep said body. I was mildly active, playing a sport, very poorly, here or there. Taking up running here or there. Mostly, I did lots of drugs and partied all the time. The fact that I was small was mostly just luck. Period. But I didn't think so. One time, a cousin of mine who was overweight, was lamenting about her size. I remember thinking in my mind; you just need to eat less. That cousin went on to exercise and change her food choices and has a rockin body now. And has for the last 20 years.
I, on the other hand, have struggled. Why? Because it was never about health, it was always about looks. Always. Always.
What a way to be humbled. To go from being super thin to struggling for the last 15 years. It's been good for me. It's stretched my character. I actually evaluate people for who they are instead of how they look. Can you believe I actually mooed at a girl one time? Like made the cow noise "mooooo". I think she was all of a size 8. What a JERK! I can't believe that was acceptable to me.
I do admire fit people, but I don't idolize them. I realize the amount of hard work and dedication it takes to be healthy. I'm
learning (it's a process people, Rome wasn't built in a day) to evaluate myself for my choices. My dedication. My hard work. My discipline. I'm learning to be ok with me for who I am, right now. It's hard. Sometimes I'm embarrassed. I don't want to meet people that I think are important looking this way. I don't want to see old friends looking this way. But I DO look this way. I can't change overnight. It takes a commitment to do so. And why do I want to change? It can't be to impress those people. At least not long term. It has to be so that I can live a long, healthy life. Enjoy my life. Be active with my family. Whew, I need to walk around singing that, "I want to be healthy, not impress people." Because, I won't lie, I don't want to be the fat chick anymore and I pretty much like to impress people. Ahh...sweet pride. How I HATE THEE!
Two things:
1) The
BodyBugg (for those of you that thought, ooh, what's that?) is a tool from
Body Media that measures your calorie burn. You wear it on your arm and it measures your heart rate, calorie expenditure, activity level, etc. I already owned it but started wearing it again (encouraged by Casey) to track the important stuff, my activity level, steps in a day, calorie burn, etc. I added a link to their website. I'm not advertising for them, they haven't endorsed me or anything, I just like this tool. This is also the tool that all the contestants on The Biggest Loser wear to track their burn. Knowledge is power.
2) I weighed before he
stole the battery. I've lost TWO pounds this week for a total of SIX. My first goal is TEN so I'm more than 1/2 way there!