Hi, everyone! I just wanted to pop in real quick, and tell you about something so cool that Chelsie does over at her blog. It’s called Self-Esteem Saturday. Like I said yesterday, we as woman are our own worst enemy sometimes. All to often, I find myself in front of the mirror critiquing something about my appearance that is displeasing to me on that particular day. Isn’t it crazy how usually it’s something that either A. doesn’t exist or B. no one else even notices!
Well, enter Self-Esteem Saturday! It’s a chance for all of us to take sometime to remember just how awesome we actually are!
I want to share with you guys something that I struggle with pretty hard in relation to self-esteem. I knew when I started this blog that this issue would most likely have to be addressed eventually. I didn’t expect to talk about it so soon, but I thought this might be the perfect opportunity.
For the last four years, I have been a slave to the scale.
I never had a scale growing up. I could only give you a ballpark figure as to what I weighed in high school. It was simply never an issue. I wasn’t “skinny” growing up, but I played sports and was very active. I don’t remember thinking about my weight all that much.
When John and I were first furnishing our house, we found ourselves in Lowe’s quite a bit. We also had a LOT of gift cards from the wedding to that particular superstore. One night when we were trying to finish out one of those cards, we found ourselves on the aisle with the scales and decided to throw it in.
I often think about that day, and wonder where I would be in this journey if I had decided against purchasing one. The decision coincided with me starting to lose weight, and I very quickly found myself yoked to it.
Four years later, I still am. I can’t seem to get away from it. I weigh myself at least once a day….sometimes two or three. And, you better believe, my day is defined by what that number says.
So, in honor of Self-Esteem Saturday, I pledge to give it up for one week. I want to rediscover all the reasons that I’m awesome, and I know none of them have anything to do with the number on the scale.
What do you let damage your self-esteem? What will you pledge for Self-Esteem Saturday?