So this morning, I did the thing that I had been dreading: I stepped on the scales after the Christmas excess. Most of the mince pies have gone, the bubbly has been drunk, and the chocolates are a long distance delicious memory. The scales are not quite so delicious: but they do indicate what a jolly lovely time I have had. They also indicate the work lost and the work to come. Bother.
So why on earth write about this on a parenting blog? Surely this is a stressful thing? Bingo! Let me explain more:
- I weigh myself
- I am horrified at the number coming up
- I start to think thought about myself that are unpleasant and damaging
- My mood plummets
- My stress levels rise
- Leaving the bathroom, my daughter says something innocently and I explode
It is not the scales that have caused this, and it is not my daughter: both are innocent. It’s my thinking about the numbers and deciding what that means (and if that means I am a horrible person and mother) that is the cause of my moods. Just me.
Will this change the numbers on the scale? No.
Will it mean that my jeans will start to strangle me at the waist? Yes
Do I have to be in a terrible mood where I shout at everyone? Not necessarily.
Will I be Juicing for breakfast and lunch today? Hell yeah!
So when you jump on the scales, check your thinking as well as those numbers. It doesn’t mean you and your family need to have a grumpy start to 2013.