by Renee Heigel
She’s in her bathroom, putting on makeup, it is taking forever. All she wants is to feel attractive. She feels exhausted, unsexy and lethargic… None of her clothes fit and nothing looks good. Moments ago, as she took off outfit #8, she sat for a moment on her bed in anguish and pain. She’s embarrassed, but this will have to do. It’s time to go.
She turns off the light and walks down the hall and then she sees him.
She’s nervous and excited. Early morning’s to work out, drinking and eating all of these healthy things. She is trying…
Her husband is standing at the end of the hall and she is yearning for him to simply notice her. He looks at her and says, “ready to go, we’re going to be late”. He doesn’t see her, check her out or notice her outfit.
He says nothing more and then turns his back to go grab the keys…
She was DYING to be seen, to be appreciated. But it was like she was invisible. (And that wasn’t even the worst part…)
I’ll tell you about the worst part in just a sec. For now one of the most important lessons I’ve ever learned…
Here’s something you should know about me: I do not own a scale.
And, if you are my client, then you’ll know that I’ve probably told you to throw yours away too.
As far as I’m concerned, you have no use for a scale in your house.
A lot of my clients feel incredibly anxious when I challenge them with this…
But here’s the deal: Your scale keeps you focused on LACK.
When you use a scale you are thinking about what you don’t want.
Yes, you might imagine the day you lose those 15 pounds and you see it on the scale…
Before you step that little toe up onto your scale, there is an unconscious fear that sucks you into a fearful vortex.
It’s screaming, “please, please, please… weigh less than or at least the same as I weighed last time.”
And then you see the result and you’re never happy.
You cannot win at this point.
Back to our story of my lovely client.
She returned home from her evening out, weighed herself immediately to see if there was difference in her weight. She gained 2 pounds. She is feeling fat, ugly and depressed. Her man didn’t noticed her and she ate like a bird all night for fear of that measurement on her scale sliding forward and she stilled gained weight!?
When her husband fell asleep, do you know what she did?
She got up in the middle of the night and pulled the tub of chocolate marshmallow ice cream out of the fridge and sat at the table and ate it all until it was gone.
It filled that empty void that she didn’t get filled up earlier, but not for long.
She tossed and turned until she fell back to sleep, feeling horrible and like she had failed yet again.
Guess what, she woke up and got on the scale once again only to see that the number had moved by a pound.
If you can only do one thing, then do this:
Make a choice to: Show up for yourself. Listen to your body and ask yourself: How do I feel right now?
It’s not about the scale.
It’s about loving yourself.
If you are stuck in a similar pattern then comment below.
Renee “no scale” Heigel