No scale until May 1st!

A scale cant talk, its an adamant object. So why do I fear what it has to say, and why does it scream out to me every time I pass? I do not have a scale at home, but there is one at the gym, I pass one at Walmart on my now weekly shopping trips (Healthy food doesn't last 2 weeks, you have to shop more often or it goes to waste), and there are two I pass at least twice a week at work. I refuse to weight myself more than once a month. I find that my weight fluctuates greatly form what seems like moment to moment. I do not want negative reinforcement of a scale, and adamant object, laughing at my fat face. I am working my tale off, fighting internal and external temptations at every turn of my day, but my most feared moments are walking by that scale. I feel a physical attraction to it, like I NEED to see my progress. Especially on days my clothes fit extra well, or I am having a good hair day, or when I had a massive workout, or when I just went poo, or when I saw my reflection and my outfit is super complimentary. Then I think, what happens if I step on that scale and I am perceiving myself incorrectly? Why does that stupid number shatter what was my reality just a moment ago? I FEEL thinner, I LOOK thinner, I MOVE easier, my clothes FIT better, I BREATHE easier, but that number takes all that away from me in an instant. I watch as co-workers share a pizza while I eat my smoked salmon, veggies and brown whole grain rice, I watch as co-workers and strangers at wal-mart check my out, I watch my food diary build a solid foundation to be proud of, I watch old ladies at the gym pool look at me with envy as I swim laps, I watch my reflection at every opportunity and see the physical changes, I watch my husband massage my legs that are now firm and tone, and I watch my hard work and resistance to temptation paying off....but then I step on that scale and in an instant, everything changes. I have now added the scale to my long list of unhealthy habits I need to break. I no longer fear that scale, I pity it. The scale only knows numbers, black and white, inadequate facts. I get to see, live and experience all the colors of this journey, while the scale only tracks the most unimportant factor. I will no longer let the scale have this power over me. I now weigh myself for a different purpose. I do not look at my weight to determine if I am succeeding or failing, I use that number to determine how many people I am willing to get on an elevator with, If a hammock can support me while I read a book in the sun, if a chair is suitable to support me on my camping trip, if I am too heavy for an amusement park ride, or if someone is strong enough to give me a piggy back ride. That number does not define my life, it lets me make wise decisions while on this journey of not just enjoying life, but being happy, healthy and good looking while I live it. I may weigh 217 pounds right now, but all that tells me is only about 6 of you reading this will be allowed in an elevator with me at the same time as we go to the top floor to hike the stairs back down. When my number changes, I can invite more of you.