My podiatrist's office called me yesterday because I had gone in a few weeks ago to get fitted for custom orthotics and they needed my weight. When I was there they asked me too, but I didn't know. Finally the nurse just asked me to guess, so I did. It could be more, could be less I told her.. I just really have no clue. The last time I was weighed was in January at my GP's office when I was sick and I know I've lost weight since then.
I have no idea what I weigh. I do not own a scale. I will not be defined by a number. When my pants start getting tight I know something's wrong and eat better & exercise to fix that...when my pants are big, its all good. As long as my clothes fit, I'm happy. I'm not a small person. I've got a big chest and hips. My sister got my moms tiny frame... I take after my dads Italian side if the family. Its all good.
I will never be a size 2 and I'm fine with that. The thinnest I've ever been was a size 6, 13 years ago when The Bestie got married. Who knows if I'll ever be there again. It doesn't matter to me though.
Don't get me wrong, I do watch what I eat but I'm never on a 'diet'. I like real food. I've taught the kid to make the right choices and while he's a big kid towering over me at 6' he has never been overweight.
We never had a scale in the house growing up, my mom didn't see any sense in it. I never saw any sense in being obsessed with my weight. As long as I'm healthy and happy that's all that matters.