I read a few articles yesterday about throwing away my scale. I know that I read Griff's post. I ruminated on that overnight, and I've decided to put my scale into my garage until my birthday. Eeeee!
Here's why: I've been obsessively weighing myself. Every time I poop, I'm back on the scale. And that means that I'm treating this like a diet: I've been behaving as though I'm more interested in the short term benefits than the long term rewards. Every diet that I've been on has failed. I'm trying something new this time.
So into the garage the scale goes.
I really responded to the idea that a scale with mess with your head. I don't want my head messed with. I want to continue this cycle of excitement, motivation, and joy.
By way of opening up, I should tell you that I have both a husband and a boyfriend. They both know and they're fine with it; it's a long-time relationship structure. My husband has been incredibly supportive. He's been buying cooperative groceries and helping me with my exercise. My boyfriend, however, has decided to JOIN me. He's been eating primally right along with me.
Yesterday I did strength training for the first time. This morning I'm enjoying my sore muscles and anticipating tomorrow, when I can strength train again!