Please to read this post as merely my experiences and thoughts.
Im an avowed NON-WEIGHER (I encourage you to take a moment and skim that post if you havent before so you know where Im coming from).
It’s what works for me.
I do “say” that 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 Ive realized recently I havent even yanked those out of the closet in eons.
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 ok with that.
If Im feeling as though Im not (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.
(or that would be the plan anyway. These days at 40 & 11 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).
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) that 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 four year old way, she was off and exploring my friend’s counter top-treasures before I could even decide how to respond to her.
And you know what—–I just left it at that.
It seems these days that childhood is so ephemeral.
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—-this mamas all about encouraging that erroneous belief as well.
It’s the misfit way I roll.