If you are like most women, stepping on the scale is a horrible experience. I can be feeling really good about myself, working out 2-plus hours a day, toning up with yoga and wearing a solid size 4, and then I step on that scale and freak out.
“I gained three pounds? How did that happen?”
And I know I am not alone. My Sweat Life blogger Kelsey Wells knows our pain, and to respond to it, she posted her photo at three different weights:
The result is shocking.
She struggled with wanting to achieve an unrealistic-goal weight. Until she just let it go. Or, as she said, “I finally learned to start measuring my progress by things that matter — strength, ability, endurance, health, and HAPPINESS.” Exactly. And the thing is, she looks the same in every photo. She actually probably looks tighter and more muscular 18 pounds heavier than she was at her goal weight.
For someone like me, someone who is naturally more muscular, this is a very welcome post. I wear small sizes and work out a ton, so I know I am not “fat,” but the number on the scale is always a little disappointing. I will never be that waify woman who weighs 110 pounds. But I know I am healthy. I know I am “thin.” People tell me all the time how great I look, and yet I still get hung up on that scale. That evil, evil scale. That scale that goes up or down five pounds, depending on how much salt I have had or how close to my period I am. It’s a liar, that scale.
And yet, I always have a number in mind, and the scale can ruin my day thanks to it. Well, no more. Because I can see what I look like. I see it in photos. I see it in the way my clothing fits. I see it in the way people respond to me. And besides how I look, I know how I feel. I feel healthy and happy and strong, and I feel those things regardless of what the scale reads. The scale lies.
Every woman needs to see this post and understand that her weight is only about 20 percent of the story of her health — and none of the story in terms of her happiness and passion for life.