On my 29th birthday I went to Old Navy to buy
myself a pair of fat jeans. I cried in the fitting room and vowed that I would
make some healthy changes before I hit the big 3-0. Granted, I had a five month
old baby and a two-year old at home, leaving me with pregnancy weight and
little time on my hands for exercising. And though I had plenty of reasons to
wait to lose those extra pounds, I knew it was all those excuses reasons
that landed me crying in a fitting room at Old Navy in the first place. 
And so
I kicked all those reasons to the curb and just did it. 
Now I’m walking the fine line between managing my weight and
obsessing over it. I realize that my weight fluctuates daily for a variety of
reasons so instead of aiming for a special number,
I have a five pound window and as
long as I’m in the zone, I try not to let the scale bother me.  But it does. So every time I get on my scale
and see a number I’m not in love with, I remind myself of all the good reasons
the scale is a liar. And then I laugh because I think I’m funny and it burns
calories.
- These jeans are heavy
 - My hair is wet. Must weigh at least 5lbs.
 - It’s a new moon. Gravitational pull is off.
 - My yoga pants are heavy.
 - I’m holding a 25lb toddler. Naw, he must 30lbs…
 - I exercised a lot this week. It must be muscle weight.
 - My socks are heavy
 - I’m going to start my period
 - I’m retaining water
 - I just had a baby. (20 months ago…)
 - I’m breastfeeding. At least 2 lbs of that is milk. (Ok, I can’t use this one anymore, but I have!)
 - I’ve been sick
 - It’s Girl Scout cookie season
 - Batteries are low in the scale.
 - It’s humid. (The air is heavy, not me.)
 - I had dental work this week and I could only eat ice cream. Totally not my fault.
 - I’m on my period
 - I’m dehydrated
 - I haven’t pooped yet
 - I ate a big breakfast
 - I went out to dinner last night
 - I drank too much water
 - Steak was on sale at the grocery store
 - My floor is uneven and it throws off the scale.
 - It’s April 1st and even my scale’s in on the jokes
 
This post originally appeared at Mom of the Year. For a less serious look at the world of parenting meet Meredith.

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