Deadline.

Today is October 16.  It’s been six months since I started my No More Dieting adventure.  I promised by today I’d deal with the clothes that no longer fit and my unfortunate scale addiction.

The wrong-sized clothing:  I’ve packed up all the clothes in my closet, dresser, and storage containers that don’t fit me as of right now (or that fit me, but make me feel hideous or uncomfortable).  They’re waiting in the mudroom for my husband to take them to be donated.  Some it hurt to see go, because damn.  I really liked some of those pants.  But there is also peace.  I don’t have to think of my body as in transition.  My body just is the size it is right now.  If that changes in the future, I buy new clothes, but I don’t have to compare my body now with how it used to be.  Plus, yay for extra closet space!

The scale:  Yeahhhh.  About that.  I plan to ask my husband to tuck it away tonight, but I’m really struggling with giving it up.  I’m weighing almost every day, but the number doesn’t make me fell one way or another.  I take it as interesting information, as in, “Hey, look, the scale says I gained seven pounds since yesterday!  Ha ha ha!  That’s crazy!”  It makes me feel neither good nor bad; it’s just a number.

But I’m still hopping on there every day, and why?  If it’s not giving me information I need, then it’s just become a bad habit, and a potentially harmful one at that.  So, I recognize I need to take a break from it until the habit is broken, and I suspect the break may just become a way of life again.  I remember those first few months when I never, ever weighed — there was actual relief.  I want that again, that feeling of just living in my body without measuring it.

So, I’ll hand off the scale to the husband tonight, and I’m sure he’ll put it somewhere high that I can’t reach (one of the many advantages of being a foot shorter than one’s partner), and then I can start the next phase of No More Dieting in a positive way.

Here’s to another six months!