It has long been my custom to weigh myself first thing every morning and write the number on a calendar. When my focus was on weight-loss I found that very motivating. A bit too motivating when it was paired with attending a slimming club and I was restricting or fasting.
The scales are now broken as is the habit. And I won’t be replacing them. I won’t be re-establishing the habit even though it was gratifying to watch the numbers go down and down.
The number on the scales does matter. It’s a guide to health. It can tell me that something needs to change. But it can also be a tyrant. And I don’t need a tyrant sitting at the foot of my bed.
I do, however, need to know what I weigh. So I’m going to ask my CPN to weigh me each month when I see her. She’s offered to do this for me in the past and it’s time to take her up on her offer.