Breaking Up for Good…With My Scale
Is it hot in here, or is this relationship just suffocating me?
The problem with our relationship is, we’re in a relationship.
The longer we are together, the less serious I am about you.
Dear Baby: Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: YOU.
Break up? (Gets out Magic 8 Ball). All signs point to yes.
It’s not you, it’s me. Well, OK … it’s you.
I’m trying to come up with the best breakup line… for my scale. You see, we’ve been in a relationship for many, many… M-A-N-Y years. Weight loss has always been in the forefront of my mind. Since, my younger years. Years in which it never should’ve been. During times when I should’ve been outside playing and signing Backstreet Boys into a hairbrush with my childhood friend. Instead, I was too caught up in a number. I have no clue where it came from, but I have allowed a number to define me. This number that glares back at me tells me how my day will be, what my mood will be like, how I’ll feel about my outfit choice and how I’ll react to my husband touching me. I do not make up my mind anymore, this digital contraption does.
So, this is me breaking up with said digital contraption. You do not own me, my thoughts or my feelings. When I discussed my obsession with my wellness coach, she reminded me that the scale’s only purpose is to provide feedback for a job you’re already doing. This number cannot tell me I’m a beautiful, smart, hard working, strong and loving mom and wife. What this number can tell me is if I’m on the right track toward my wellness goals and if I need to adjust my journey to bring good overall health to my life. Since we cannot seem to find an equal playing field here, I’m choosing to let the scale go. Until we are able to compromise and find balance, it’s got to go. This is not a can-I-still-hang-out-at-your-place breakup. We need our own space. Since the scale isn’t contributing to the mortgage, it will be placed in a new space where it can pull its own weight (see what I did there?).
So, on you go. Off to your new home. You’re leaving here in the donation pile, but maybe you’ll meet someone else.
Have you ever let the scale have a little too much control of your emotions? —Jennifer