Please to read this post as merely my experiences and thoughts.
Im an avowed NON-WEIGHER (I encourage you to take a moment & skim that post if you havent before so you know where Im coming from).
It’s what works for me.
I weigh once a year, at the doctors, needed or not.
I do “say” I have a pair of jeans I use as a barometer (they should totally fit without my needing to be UBERactive or ANYkinda”dieting”)—-but to be completely candid I havent yanked those out of the closet in eons.
In fact Im not even sure I own them any more.
If Im honest with myself I know when Ive gained a few pounds and, as long as the weight-gain is in joy and not in feeding a feeling, Im pretty damn ok with that.
If Im feeling as though Im not ok with it (read: wanting to shed the excess el bees) I simply pay a little more attention to my PLAYouts & (*gasp*) perhaps add in a modicum of work/ratchet back the play a tad.
(that would be the plan anyway. These days at 41 & 10 months I’m just happy to be here & healthy. I may be a little too filled with self-acceptance —flaws and all—but you’ll have that as you age or I hope you do, too.)
But I digress.
What I really wanted to share is this story:
A few weeks ago the Tornado & I went to visit a friend at her new house.
After a we played for a while the Tornado needed to pee pee potty use the restroom.
We went into the master bathroom and, after exploring my friend’s treasures for a bit, she spotted something on the floor.
“What’s that mama?” I heard her ask. “Is that what you step on to get into the shower?”
I looked over to see what she was pointing to and saw that it was a bathroom scale.
In that moment it occurred to me (truly as a shock) she’d never ever seen one before!
She’s been weighed at the doctors office. She’s been with me when Ive been weighed at my doctors office.
Neither of those scales look like the kind my friend had for (finger quote) home use (un FQ).
Thankfully, in her inimitable pre-schooler way, she was off and breaking stuff exploring my friend’s counter top-treasures before I could decide how to respond to her.
Should I tell her some people like to weigh themselves more than one time a year?
What reasons should I give and would she, too, want to own a scale for home?
You know what—–I just left it at that.
It seems these days that childhood is so ephemeral.
8 year olds read these books and talk about blowjobs sexual stuff when at least this misfit thinks they should still be hula hooping & playing Harriet the Spy.
Im pretty confident she will figure out soon enough precisely what that was in my friends bathroom.
And, if until then, she believes it’s a stepping stone to the shower stall (I love I love)—-this mamas all about encouraging that erroneous belief as well.
It’s the misfit way I roll.
And you?
I know our Healthy Living Tribe goes back and forth on the use of the scale for US.
What would you had said to the Tornado were she YOUR child?
Please to hit us all up in the comments below…
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