Another item in the list of things that the Remys don’t have in their house: a bathroom scale. A few months ago (maybe even a year ago?), John tossed out our scale. It gave completely unpredictable readings. Like how could you really have gained 10 lbs as you brushed your teeth?
It’s weird not to have a scale. I really don’t know how I’m doing weight-wise except by how my clothes fit. I can’t tell if my more regular workout schedule is impacting my weight. It’s all a mystery.
But there’s something quite liberating about not having a scale. I can eat 5 cookies and realize that I won’t be weighing myself later to see if and how they’ve added to my hips. Hmmmm…this brings an added sense of freedom but also an added weight of accountability.
What about you? Can you imagine life without a scale?