Why I Decided to Throw Away the Scales
Well, I actually donated them to a charity shop but that doesn't work quite the same for a title. I digress. If you've been a long time reader of Simply Saph, you know I have been pretty desperate to lose the weight I gained after having Charlie. You'll also know, I haven't accomplished that yet.
|at my heaviest, July 2019|
Before I became pregnant, I was a tiny size 6-8 (9st something) and the most body confident I had ever been. After I had Charlie, I was a size 14-16 and - apart from new Mum happiness - I was bloody miserable. Thankfully, I have come to realise that I was far too skinny pre-pregnancy, and decided I would like to get from 13st down to about 10st 11lbs. I thought that was a pretty sensible weight, and it has been my goal for the last two years.
My weight has fluctuated so much in the last two years. So has my effort and motivation to lose weight. The lowest weight I got to was 12st 3lbs - accomplished this May. Of course my weight has gone back up since then.
I have to say, I definitely noticed a pattern with weighing myself. I'd weigh myself, get motivated to do something about it, exercise, weigh myself, exercise, weigh myself etc. Of course, seeing that number drop always made me happy, but the disappointment I'd feel when it hadn't moved or gone up again, was soul crushing. I'd be weighing myself a minimum of twice a week, and then getting upset when nothing had changed. I was making myself feel so much worse, like the effort I was putting in wasn't making a difference.
So I simply stopped checking.
The last time I weighed myself was either late August or early September. I believe I weighed maybe 12st 8lbs. Since then, I have noticed a lot of weight loss. A little from my stomach, a lot from my legs and bum, even from my face. So, mid-November, I decided to weigh myself again. 13 stone. I was absolutely fuming. I have since realised that my muscle mass in my legs has increased, and that may be why the scales said 13 stone. Either way, I knew it was time to get rid of them. I'm slowly but surely becoming happier with my body, but the scales only made me miserable.
So the scales are now gone from the bathroom and from now on, I'm only going by how I look and feel in myself to know if I'm happy or not. I'm also trying to ignore my dress size, but I am pretty happy to say that I'm now a size 12 in tops and a size 14 in trousers, etc. I even have to wear a belt with all of my jeans now.
I still have a little bit of weight to lose off my stomach before I'm fully happy, and can start toning up, but I'm hoping my new exercise regime will help with that.
Until next time,