Smash the Scale

There was a time, not too long ago, when a square, cold hunk of metal ruled my life.

The (not so) mighty scale.

I would religiously weigh myself every morning. Most afternoons. Many evenings. Before and after a shower (because of the dirt, you see). Before and after exercise (how hard should I/did I work).With clothes, then without. Mealtime, restroom, whenever I got the chance. I was glad once I got contacts (wouldn’t be adding that stupid half ounce from my glasses), I cursed the day I got braces (metal mouth=extra weight). It was ridiculous. I loved it. Especially because it was in my parents bathroom. I had to sneak in. Stealth. Adrenaline rush. I was a scale junkie…

Aside from that, I was being weighed at the doctor, dietician, gym and house (by my mom). Seldomly was I turned around. Told to close my eyes, sure, but I always peeked. I never let anyone know that of course, to them, my tears and cries of “I’m trying! I didn’t know I was losing weight!! I thought I was doing good!” were sincere. In my head I was always saying “haha suckers.”

But as my ED progressed, my dietician forbade me from the scale. I stopped weighing myself on my own. It was hard, I was addicted. Going to someone else’s house with a scale in their bathroom was an ultimate test, but I did it.

The problem was that it was still there. Calling me. “oh, you really shouldn’t do that, go see what it did to you”.

When I was in my outpatient recovery program, we had weekly family sessions. At one of these sessions, we discussed triggers in the home. After, my brother took our family scale, that cold omnipresent hunk of depression, outside. And we smashed it. It was the best feeling. I felt free. We all did.

For a while, things were going great.

One month ago, two months out of my recovery program, I wandered into my parent’s bathroom to grab the nailpolish remover. And thats when I saw it. A shiny new scale. Glass, digital, 10x more accurate than the little old spinning dial scale. It even weighs to the tenth of a pound. I was agahst. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought “Are they trying to kill me?” The temptation was back. The cloud was back. But I promised myself ImnotgoingtodoitI’mbetterthanthatI’mfinejustfine.

Three days later I weighed myself. I told myself it was just to calm the nerves. One qick look and I’llshowyouEDIdon’tneedyou. What a lie. I knew it too.

I asked my mom about the scale. She defended that they (the parents) need it to keep their weight in check and maybe I just shouldn’t be allowed in their room. The very same person that 2 months earlier had admitted that she, too, let the scale dictate her life, was telling me that it was to rule again.

I vented about it to my counselor. I had just told her about smashing the scale a week ago, and now it was back. “No, I haven’t weighed myself, I’m past that. Its the principle of the thing” I told her. I had weighed myself twice by then.

Its starting to get ridiculous now. And I am ready to be done. I know it. I just need to convince the voice in my head that I’m ready. So thats what this is for. No, I can’t smash the new, glass, digital, fancy pants scale. But I can smash the voice in my head telling me I need it. I can watch the video we took of when we smashed the first scale. And I can keep moving on.

I invite you to join me. Smash your scale. Document it. Live freely. Because we are all worth so much more than a number, even if it is digital to the tenth of a pound.

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Go-To Green Smoothie

Last year, my mom splurged and bought a Vita-Mix.

A red Vita-Mix (to match our kitchen)

With both a big and a small pitcher.

We were so excited!!! But now what?

We’ve made banana ice cream, vegan fondue, watermelon margaritas (virgin for me), and smoothies.

I know people call them green monsters, but I call it a smoothie. Thats because our first attempts were real monsters (shudder). Purply-brown, bitter, over sweet, sometimes they even tasted like tomato soup (not bad, unless its supposed to be a smoothie) you name it. Turned us off of green smoothies for a while. But this year, something changed, we figured out how to balance flavors nicely, and make a smoothie that was refreshing, alkalizing, energizing, and get this: GREEN!!!

This is our favorite, sure we make little changes here and there, it comes out different sometimes. Its not the only smoothie we make, but it is what we call the usual (or the youge(?), more often)

Go-To Green Smoothie

makes 2 large or 3 medium smoothies

  • 1 C. coconut water
  • 1 apple
  • 1/2 of a lemon (w/o peel)
  • 3 stalks of celery
  • 1/4-1/2 of a cucumber
  • 1-inch nub of fresh ginger (peeled)
  • handful of fresh parsley
  • 2-4 large handfuls of spinach (or kale, but you taste the kale)

Stick it all in a blender in that order (roughly), blend it up, pour, and enjoy!

Play around with the amount of ginger, and different fruits. One version we also like is with celery, lime, red and green apple, ginger, and spinach (sometimes we add PB2 and it tastes almost like thai:)

Warning: This smoothie is mostly veggies (ie my stepdad hates it, he says it tastes too green), and is not for the veggie faint of heart. A good way to get your green smoothie taste buds goin is to start with mostly fruit and a little green (I make my stapdad a smoothie with some frozen and some fresh banana, and strawberries, with just one handful of spinach), and slowly adding more green and less fruit. Once you are there, this is delicious and refreshing, trust me🙂