Some freaky shit happened to me this morning. After a life changing leadership retreat over the weekend, I left feeling totally inspired, refreshed and excited about my life and my community on so many levels. I also got 3 FULL DAYS away from my kids, which NEVER EVER happens. I needed a break, and this weekend away with this incredible tribe of leaders in our fitness community was perfect.
Anyway, I left the weekend and woke up on Monday morning and made a few new commitments to myself. So, I called my business partner/success partner and told her these new commitments because it makes all the difference in the world to write it down AND to tell someone. I know that she will hold me accountable and support me along the way. One of these commitments was that I was going to put away my scale. With a very disordered eating past, the scale has been a part of my daily life for as long as I can remember. I’m way past weighing myself every day (or multiple times a day) like I used to, but I think about the number on that scale DAILY. In my current situation, I’m pretty comfortable with the number on the scale, so it’s actually keeping me from making my nutrition as tight as I would like it because I’m okay with the number. So, yesterday I called her and said it was time to put the scale away, and that I wasn’t ready to get rid of it forever, but that I was going to put it high on a shelf in my closet where I wouldn’t use it. We made a plan that I would send her weekly pics/measurements so that I could have a way to measure results while I’m working towards my goals.
Well, this morning, I was rushing out the door to get the girls to preschool (which seems like an Olympic sport), and I was ripping a shirt off a hanger to put it on, and I knocked over a ceramic flower (random, I know) that was on the shelf underneath, which slammed into my glass scale and shattered into a million tiny pieces.
HOW FUCKING FREAKY IS THAT!?!?!?!? If that isn’t a sign that I need to pay VERY CLOSE attention to, I’m not sure what is! I’ve had this scale for 10 years! I’ve thought about it everyday of my life for 10 years, and then yesterday I declared that I need it to not be in my life, AND NOW IT’S GONE!?!?!? It makes me panic a little, and it also makes me feel completely and totally free. I don’t think I would have ever thrown it away myself, but it’s clear that it what I needed to do. Sometimes shit happens for a reason, and you just have to make sure you’re paying attention.