Fear, sweats, insomnia, nausea, anxiety attacks... To say I'm addicted to the scale is an understatement. This will be the challenge of all challenges. You've all heard me talk about my scale addiction in the past. It controls me far more than it should.
Amber's challenge comes at a perfect time for me. This past weekend Wyatt had been playing in my bedroom. It had been far too quiet in there, which is never a good sign when you have a two year old. I walked in to investigate and my stomach dropped. Wyatt was standing in front the mirror, shirt pulled up baring his belly, with my tape measure wrapped around him. Adorable? Yes. But it's really been bothering me.
I realize he is only two, and doesn't understand completely. He doesn't know why he was doing it, other than he was trying to be like mommy. It was a wake up call of sorts. I want Wyatt to grow up healthy; eat nutritious foods and be active. However, I do not want him to grow up obsessed with his appearance. He doesn't need to live by the scale and a stupid tape measure or let those numbers dictate his self-worth. If I don't pull that back a bit, I will be teaching him otherwise.