Fuck the scale.

There I said it.

I’ve had enough of that seemingly harmless everyday object haunting and tormenting not just you, but hundreds of thousands of women across the globe. It’s time that we take back our TRUTHS and end this toxic relationship for good.

I’m fired up about this for good reason…

At the gym the other night, I was in the midst of seated shoulder presses facing the mirror and I caught myself genuinely admiring my physical strength and the shape that was taking place before my eyes.

Now, the “me” I am today, always tries to speak lovingly to myself, but this felt different. This was a deep and sincere appreciation for my body… for this experience.

Keep in mind I wasn’t wearing any makeup, or fancy gym clothes and my hair – well, that hadn’t been washed in a few days. Yet, with every fabric of my being, I was honoring my body with the purest love. There was nothing vain or narcissistic about this moment. It was just me only seeing raw beauty in my reflection.

But then just seconds later from this idyllic moment, comes this racing human thought…


I wonder how much I weigh?



Whoa. What was that all about? I don’t care how much I weigh. I feel absolutely ahhhhmmazing. The number on the scale doesn’t matter to me.

And then boom, about a minute later, it hits me again.

But you haven’t weighed yourself in a long time. Aren’t you curious?



What the fuck. No, I’m not curious. Thank you. I don’t need a number on the scale to tell me my value, my worth or my beauty.

The silent urge and inner harassment immediately disappeared. Goodness. How easy it would’ve been to get sucked into my old thought patterns and beliefs.

I powered through the rest of my workout and left the gym feeling accomplished and strong. I got home, undressed and just as I was about to step in the shower, that thought comes back and hits me like a tidal wave.

So, how much do you think you weigh? Just step on it. Find out. Let’s see.



As if some outside negative force took over my body, I walked over and stepped on that dusty scale without allowing myself to think about what I was doing.

137.

My heart sank.

WTF? 137? That’s like 10 pounds – 10 POUNDS – more than the last time you stepped on the scale… months ago.

I could feel a negative self-hatred storm brewing within. Faced with two choices, I knew I could either allow this storm to shake up my world… OR, I could get real with myself, really fast.

I got real.

I strutted over to the mirror, and once staring at the reflection of my naked body, I said out loud, “You are gorgeous. You are strong. You are perfect exactly as you are. I love and accept you. And I’m honored you chose me.”

I said it with intention and truth. And, most of all, I meant it.

Immediately, I felt a rush of warmth throughout my body. My heart picked up pace like there was some sort of celebratory dance party happening among my cells. I smiled, took a deep breathe in, released it and moved forward with a feeling of inner triumph.

Please, my friend, know this… Anytime you have negative thoughts, criticism or judgement of yourself, recognize it immediately as what it is… RESISTANCE. And your absolute best means to combat these shadow thoughts – which don’t serve you in the slightest – is with Self-Love. This is your magic wand for everything.

But wait, you say. Don’t you find the scale to be a tool of motivation, especially as you power through real self-work? It’s your friend, right? A friend who tells you that you’re “that much” closer to finding happiness – pound by pound?

Let’s think about this for a minute. First of all that number is bound to fluctuate. Muscle gain, water retention, constipation, stress and the list goes on. Does it really matter if that number goes down? Or up? Does that number tell you anything of true value about your current state of health and emotions?

What really matters is that you’re choosing thoughts and foods that will most nourish and support your journey. It matters that you are in a COMMITTED relationship to self-care and that you are pushing yourself daily to be the best version of you. That’s what really matters…

To be real, there are indeed those days when I just don’t wanna give it my best. When perhaps, I don’t wanna workout or create a nourishing meal.

But here’s the truth. Just surrendering to self-care will snap me back to the present and allow me to make better choices for ME.

For instance, if I’m in a low, dopey mood I can either choose to stay in that mood or DO something about it. A 20-minute workout is my quick source to energy. I come back feeling alive and accomplished. I’m now ready to spend two+ hours flexing my imagination muscles and crawling around on the floor with my toddler. I’m now ready to prepare a meal for my family with love and purpose. I am now present.

The whole point of being here on earth is to find JOY in the right now. Not 10, 20, 30 pounds FROM now.

And your best shot of finding JOY in the present moment is to commit to self-care AND self-love.

So, go on. Go to the closest mirror right now and tell your reflection how beautiful she is, how strong she is, and how worthy she is of loving herself in this very moment. Then, go grab that scale and put it away. Far away. So far away, that it can’t get into your head and lure you in with temptation. Because it will try. Especially the closer you get to real self-love.

I promise, when you commit to speaking lovingly to yourself, your body will respond lovingly. It will take shape far more rapidly and joyfully. So just do it. You have nothing to lose and EVERYTHING to gain.

It’s time. Join me in saying goodbye (and fuck you) scale.

Love Yourself Fiercely,

Tonya


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