Weighty woe's...

I made a pact with myself. I will not step on a scale for 6 weeks! Its been 8 days and I'm still going strong. It's not that I want to see the scale go down or that I don't want to see it go up, I just don't want to obsess. We judge ourselves more than we should with one little step onto that big scary scale. What if those numbers went down? Does it mean that I will look too skinny, anorexic or even a preteen? What if my weight went up? Does it mean that I'm slowly becoming a heavy weight in training? Am I doing something wrong? Am I eating too much? Will I look like a man? I simply want to avoid over analyzing the answers to any of these questions. Weight is such a touchy subject for many people. We constantly talk about it. I talk about it. And chances are, so do you. Let's try a little experiment. For 24 hours, try not to mention your weight or talk about gaining or losing weight to others. Let's go a little further. Can you stop *thinking* about your weight situation? Sounds easy, right? Try it and let me know how it goes. My point is, on any given day, we likely think more about how fat our thighs look or feel in those skinny jeans or whether anyone will notice the muffin top, than planning our next brisk walk. We've inadvertently made our weighty woe's second nature. During today's training session with Robin, she stopped and asked me if I weighed myself because I was looking lean. Part of me was excited to hear that and couldn't wait to get back to the locker room to weigh myself. But, I didn't. What if that scale went up? I would feel terrible even though I know better. My workout today was very different from anything I've ever done in the gym. It was hard work but so much fun! At one point, Robin placed the largest rubber band I've ever seen, around both our hips. I had to sprint across the gym as fast as I could while she tried to hold me back with that band. It was challenging but so much fun! I even ran backwards! I was actually a little sad when our session came to an end. Despite the sleepless nights and the sick children, today was a refreshingly good day. Later, I decided that whether the scale goes up or down, I will judge myself on how I feel and not on ridiculous numbers. I won't let 3 numbers define who I am and how I *should* feel. I will be happy that I'm challenging my mind and my body. I will allow myself a treat once in awhile. No matter what, mind over matter always wins! Peace...