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Pitch the Scale! Striving for health and balance... NOT self-hatred and punishment. |
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Stories from Scale-Pitchers! The following are real stories from people who have taken a turn for the better and chosen a healthy, balanced lifestyle. They have decided that the scale is not in control of their lives and being happy and healthy is much more important! If you'd like to Submit Your Story, please email me and I'll add it to the top of the list when I get the chance. *These stories can be anonymous if you choose, and a bonus would be a picture of you throwing out or smashing your scale! Your story here... I put myself in counseling when I recognized the signs of Anorexia and I started losing weight quickly (again). Without rehashing our sessions, I realized that the scale was an obsession and I measured my success and worth as a person based on what it said. Those who have stuggled with this will understand when I say that gaining even a pound made you fat, not by society's standards, but in terms of being a failure. I had to understand that I was not failing as a person, and I had to accept that I was going to be "fat" and that was abolsutely okay. Not just okay, but preferred and healthy! I had to change my outlook, my attitude, and my language. Being "fat" for me, was the better place to be. I had to get rid of my nemesis. My hands shook. I almost couldn't do it. I cried and I thought about going back into the trash to retrieve my scale. I needed it... I needed it? It was like a nasty drug and I was going cold turkey. I admit, I went into a store every now and then to "test" a scale to make sure it was accurate, pretending I was going to buy it - just to get my fix, to know my weight, to be able to judge myself. When I told my husband I'd done this, he looked at me like I was crazy. LOL! If I was going to commit, I had to stop my obsession. I had to tell myself that it was up to my doctor to keep track of my health, and it was my responsibility to make sure I stayed healthy. It took two years to "fix" the damage. I ate well, I had my veggies and all the good stuff, and I had dessert when I wanted, too! I had FREEDOM. I enjoyed Yoga classes and I had more energy. My Fibro got a million times better, as did my Raynaud's. In two years I gained 40lbs. Poeple don't congratulate you when you gain weight, it makes them very nervous. That part of getting healthier was extremely hard for me to celebrate. It's like coming out and introducing a new person to all of your friends and family (and you're afraid they won't like you anymore). I wasn't striving to be what others thought I should be - as THIN as possible. I found some courage and threw it out to the world. I am healthier being bigger, I am much happier at my size, I'm not afraid of gaining, and if I lose when I'm more active, so be it. That's just a side effect. I'm a woman with new curves and I didn't know how much I'd like it! And whaddya know... I don't even miss the scale anymore. I let my doctor worry about that. It's been along and hard journey, but the rewards are greater than I ever imagined. Marcy in Waterloo, Ontario
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