This past holiday season, I admitted out loud that I have a huge fear of getting on a scale and weighing myself. I don\u2019t know how irrational of a fear that is though. Never have I ever had a healthy relationship with the scale. I was either obsessively weighing myself which was mentally draining or I was fleeing the scale at all costs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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During the pandemic, the latter is where I\u2019m at. I have quite literally seen my body grow to a size I have never been to as an adult. Who needs to put a definite number to that growth. I didn\u2019t want the scale to reiterate to me that I gained 20-30 pounds during the pandemic. I could see that in the mirror. In the place I was at, I knew it would be a huge mental setback I did not need, especially with all my other body image anxiety I already had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My fear had gotten to the point where I don\u2019t even want to go to the doctor because the first thing they do is bring you to the big ass scale that for some reason measured you to be 15 pounds over what you thought you were. Not today, hunty, not today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, in the past few months, with my motivation to live a healthier lifestyle and my journey to lose unnecessary weight And be confident in my skin, I began to see the usefulness of getting a scale. (Yeah, I didn\u2019t even own one). I do want to have a starting point and see my progress. But I still couldn\u2019t bring myself to buy one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, as a total surprise to me, for Christmas my boyfriend got me a Wyze Scale. You should have seen his anxiety ridden body as I was opening the gift up not knowing whether I would be offended or thankful. He didn\u2019t know the extent of my eversion to scales, he did know I was serious about my want to be healthier so I am honestly so thankful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It took me a few days to gather up the courage to get on the scale. It wasn\u2019t helpful that I had just finished a week of eating holiday food and desserts. But I did it. I stripped down, (no way I\u2019m gonna let my clothes add any extra weight, c\u2019mon), stepped on the scale, and a number popped up. Not gonna lie, I wasn\u2019t psyched about the number I saw, but I also wasn\u2019t down on myself either. I\u2019m proud of that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The great thing about the Wyze scale is that it doesn\u2019t just tell you your weight, it tells you your BMI, BMR, Body Fat, Muscle Mass, and much more. At first I was like, \u2018whoa, I wish I didn\u2019t know that much detail about my body and how unhealthy it is\u2019. But in all seriousness, it was a wake up call. It showed me that I need to do more to better my health. And the amazing thing is that I have time to do so. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Check out Wyze Scale for some more info! https:\/\/wyze.com\/wyze-scale<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Gathering up my courage to step on the Wyze scale. I am pretty sure I don't want to know my visceral fat percentage. Or frankly, even my body fat percentage. But for y'all, I will do it. pic.twitter.com\/Hr2KpPWtn7<\/a><\/p>— Stacey Higginbotham (@gigastacey) April 14, 2020<\/a><\/blockquote>