Scale and Trail Mix

Last weekend something happened. I did something that I had purposely avoided for almost two years. I stepped on a scale. Now, by the way my clothing fits, I had a number in mind. I understand I have added a good deal of muscle. But, still the number on the scale (143 for the record) shocked me to the point where tears came to my eyes. Yes, fine, the number on the scale made me cry.

And that is ridiculous. I am fit. I eat well. I am working on sleeping well. The number on the scale can't tell me if I am fat or thin or even if I am healthy or unhealthy. I took that number as an insult, as a sign of failure.

I still stand by my assertion that the number on the scale means nothing and 98% of the time stepping on the scale is of no value. Throw away your scale. And if you do have to step on a scale, it's just a number. If you step on a scale everyday, stop that now.

Ok, I make great trail mix. I have been getting requests for the recipe. Here you go:

Mom's Trail Mix

raw almonds
raw macadamia nuts
raw pumpkin seeds
dark chocolate (I buy bars and chop them. But, you can use chips too)
beef jerky chopped to same size as chocolate
dried mango (in bite size pieces)

During the hot Texas summer, I keep this right next to my cold bottle of water.

Have a great weekend. Spend it with loved ones, Mom