My Grandmother Didn’t Know What She Weighed
I remember asking my grandmother how much she weighed. She giggled and said she had no idea. She thought hard back to her last doctor’s appointment, and came up with a number, but she wasn’t sure she remembered it right.
She has been my model for building a thin mentality. She was tiny, ate whatever the heck she wanted, and lived to be 86. She loved her lamb chop, her baked potato with butter and salt, and a small vegetable serving to go with her Manhattan cocktail.
She had candy all around her apartment, and as a little kid, I noticed her attitude was so different than my mother, a rigid dieter, who weighed herself constantly.
So, as part of me transitioning to a thin mentality, about 20 years ago, I stopped weighing myself. It was scary, for sure. Oh my, I am going to blow up if I don’t have the reckoning of the scale to face every morning.
Not true, that is a diet mentality. Instead of that external cue to tell how much I should eat that day, I now rely on the best signal for eating: true hunger, of course!
No longer am I deflated by a number on the scale, and no longer am flattered by it. It is a by-product of my thin mentality, not the goal. Do you see how different that is?
Please understand that this is not an “out.” This doesn’t mean I don’t care about being thin and that I think you should give up. To the contrary! I am trying to show you and model for you the kind of thin behavior that is a permanent solution, an enjoyable journey, and is good for your health.
Haven’t you ever eaten something because the number on the scale was down? Yep, I bet you have.