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Mel Greig: The moment I realised I had to stop weighing myself
My life has been a rollercoaster of doughnuts, wine, kale and smoothies. I’m either dieting or binging.
I go up and down that rollercoaster putting on and taking off between five to 25kg and I have for years. I normally lose 10 15kg at a time and I’m an all or nothing kind of girl who is still trying to master the art of ‘moderation’, but this rollercoaster can really screw with your mind.
This year I detoxed and lost a heap of weight for my birthday because it was vital that I was 35 and fabulous, so I just gave up all the naughty things and went on a diet and trained my butt off.
From that point, I managed to maintain most of the weight loss because I would obsessively weigh myself every morning to make sure I wasn’t putting the weight back on.
Two months ago, the batteries in my scales went flat. Turning point: do I replace them or just continue and stop weighing myself every day? I decided not to weigh myself and here’s what happened.
For the first two weeks, I actually felt skinnier and I looked skinnier in photos. Wait… how is that possible? Could not weighing myself actually make me skinnier because I was less stressed about weighing myself every day? I really started to believe that I was getting skinnier, so I decided to reward myself. I’m sah skinny I should definitely eat all the things and take two weeks off training at the gym.
I did exactly that, and one month on I started to panic because I hadn’t weighed myself to see what damage my naughty two weeks could have done. All of a sudden, I stopped feeling skinny and I convinced myself that I had put on 10kg and I was sure of it. I started to feel like s**t, and when you are feeling down you can often get in a lull and have some wine and chocolate.
I’d created this awful cycle in my head, and for two months I went up and down with how I felt about my body. I started analysing it even more, even though I realised this wasn’t a healthy mindset and I needed to snap out of it.
Today I bought some batteries and five minutes ago I weighed myself for the first time in two months.
I was the same freaking weight. The exact same weight as the last time I weighed myself before the batteries ran out. I was stressing over something that wasn’t even real. Why do we do this to ourselves? And why can’t I just love my body no matter what and have that incredible confidence that so many women ooze at any size? Why does my happiness with my body need to come down to digits on the scales?
What I can say without any doubt in my mind is that today, tomorrow and the next week we all need to take the batteries out of our scales because this is the time to put on the stretchy pants and eat and drink until you become a champagne fountain and turn into an actual leg of ham.
Don’t let the fear of putting on a few kilos stop you from enjoying precious time with friends and family. Don’t eat the small plate of salad, eat the friggen potatoes and live a little.
Society seems to dictate what we should and shouldn’t look like, but at the end of the day it needs to be what YOU are comfortable with. Be the size and shape that makes YOU truly happy. If you don’t have a food baby on Christmas Day, you aren’t doing it right #eatthepudding
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