My husband Billy left for North Carolina last week to spend some much-needed time with his family. A few days into his absence, I realized that our scale was missing from the bathroom. I keep forgetting to ask him about it, but I'm fairly certain he took it because he may have an MMA fight coming up so he needs to watch his weight. Not being able to weigh myself every morning was annoying at first, but now it feels kind of liberating. Somewhere in the far corners of my mind, I think I might find some long- buried New Years resolution about that. Stop weighing yourself, idiot! I recall writing a blog about this sometime ago. In weighing the pros and cons, I explained that for me, weighing myself was a helpful way to stay on track and be more accountable for my daily activities. The cons, of course, included the fact that weighing oneself daily can make us feel awful. By tossing the scale out of the proverbial window, we have the freedom to just feel our bodies, feel how our clothes fit, and feel the effects of whatever we have eaten or tried to tone that day. And that feeling should really be enough for us to get through the night; a sense of pride that we tried. A number on a scale shouldn't dictate our self-esteem, should it? So there. Even if it wasn't my decision, at least I am practicing a resolution of sorts.
I asked a few friends to tell me how they have been sticking to (or not sticking to) their own resolutions as January draws near its end. Erica said she's been eating more organic foods that are as good for the environment as they are for her. She is a young new mom who hopes to pass on responsible and ethical eating habits to her little girl. Mollie and Amber just started the Weight Watchers program and both are enjoying the support and losing weight too. And my "over 50 and super HOT" friend Karen told me, and I quote, "I'm not eating bread, and it's making me a total bitch." Ha! I feel you on that one girl. It's nice to know I'm not alone. Not that I ever did feel like the only one trying to lose pounds and get healthy. But it's great to hear about my friends' personal sagas as I continue to struggle. We are like one big, neurotic family.
As I write tonight, I'm checking Facebook for extra inspiration from said neurotic loved ones. One of my friends just posted this great photo which shows modern celebrities like Nicole Ritchie, Heidi Montag, and Kirsten Dunst next to past ingénues such as Bettie Page, Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor. The quote on the pic says, "When Did This...Become Hotter Than This?" I re-posted it to see how others commented, and was pleasantly surprised. Of course all of the fabulous females concurred, but even the male comments were positive. Not one guy appeared to be lusting after the stick-skinny girls. It's just amazing to know both sexes appreciate curves; even better that these are people I actually associate with. Sure, I know there are those out there who prefer the more slender women, and there's nothing wrong with that. I'm just glad that curves prevailed on this particular experiment.
As for me, I'm feeling a little bit better than I was in my last blog. My appetite is returning and although I'm still not eating the best, at least I'm eating. And I actually made it to the gym for the first time since Thanksgiving. I did one of Sandy's workouts and thought I was going to pass out, but at least I went. Hopefully by next week, I will be reporting more gym visits and better eating habits. In the meantime, I'm definitely not weighing myself, and that's all I'm promising this week.
Published On: January 18, 2012