Self-Esteem Saturday

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.

I'm pretty sure my sister thinks I need this.


What do you let damage your self-esteem?  What will you pledge for Self-Esteem Saturday?

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10 thoughts on “Self-Esteem Saturday

  1. Chelsie @ Balance, Not Scale

    My dear — this post nearly made me cry. Seriously, there are tears in my eyes right now. You’ve simultaneously shared your story AND made a difficult challenge for yourself. Kudos on scoring the double whammy. :)
    I believe in you. I believe you can do it. I believe that you will grow because of this week. You are an incredibly strong lady. Between your realization yesterday, conquering your fears, making future plans — you’re putting all your ducks in a line and I’m POSITIVE it’s going to pay off in spades with your self-esteem. :)
    You know where to find me if you’re struggling and need to express frustrations. Or if you’re feeling strong and want to share your success!!
    Hopefully after this week, you’ll realize that the exact number doesn’t really matter. YOU are fabulous, no matter what size, shape, colour, or smell you might have that day. (Well, let’s be realistic, if you smell, I might keep my distance. haha. But that’s the only exception!)
    You can do it. Way to go chicka!! <3

    1. frhuman Post author

      Chelsie, I cannot tell you how much your sweet comment meant to me. It literally made my day. Thank you so much for your encouragement. People like you are exactly why I started this blog to begin with. I’ll be thinking about you tomorrow! Good luck!

  2. Carrie

    Natalie, you’re so brave for sharing and talking about this. I have a scale in my bathroom, and I only use it when I have an upcoming race; about two weeks before, I like to get down to “race weight”–a lot of serious triathletes follow this approach, and I’m still learning the ropes–which means being even more conscious of my eating choices and trying to “eat clean” to a greater extent. However, race weight isn’t meant to be sustained, especially after I have a chocolate treat (or eight) post-triathlon. 😉

    I feel much more confident about myself when I work out, and on my rest days, I notice a definite change in self-perception and self-esteem. Sometimes I can snap out of it, and other times, I need something else (like a cookie or pedicure) to help me get out of my funk. This week, I will try to do a better job of not feeling “guilty” during a recovery day, and I will try to not let the absence of exercise endorphins affect my mood or outlook.

    1. frhuman Post author

      Good luck, Carrie! Those are great goals to challenge yourself with. Thank you for your positive response to this post. Sometimes it’s really easy for me to talk myself into thinking that this isn’t a serious problem…I hope by putting it out there, it’ll be easier for me to hold myself accountable.

  3. savorlifesflavors

    LOVE the scale! I wouldn’t call myself a scale slave, but I have certainly let those digital numbers ruin my day. I love the idea of a self esteem day. It’s so much easier to criticize than it is to compliment.

    1. frhuman Post author

      You’re absolutely right! And I think the scale can be a great tool. I just know that I’ve let it get out of hand! Here’s hoping I can get it back under control :)

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