the dreaded scale

I recently posted on my story about not weighing myself on the scale since before Thanksgiving. And the truth is I’m a little afraid to. I’m totally good with the way I look so I just haven’t felt the need to do it. I don’t want that number to mess with my head because it really shouldn’t matter when you are happy in your skin. I don’t even need to weigh myself, I just figure I should see where I’m at. It’s a fine line for me of never letting myself get back to where I was....40lbs of fat heavier. I don’t think that will ever happen because I’m in control of my body now

The scale is a great tool for gathering data, but don’t let the number define you. So much more is going on besides that number. How you feel, your energy level, how your clothes fit? That is what I’ve been gauging lately and I didn’t want a number to bring me down.

I write these things because I have the same struggles like you time to time. It helps me to journal it out as well. So when I do decide to step on that scale again I’ll know that whatever the number is...that it is a shit ton of muscle gain and I’ll be proud. ❤️SC