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We are surrounded by numbers from the time we are born.
How many lb when born, how many oz of milk per feed and how many hours of sleep.
We are all consumed by these numbers.
As we grow these numbers follow us throughout our life; they dictate so much of our lives and seem to be the benchmark of what we do and what we want to achieve and how we are judged.
In school what was our score in a spelling test (not my strong point), what was our score in a maths test (much better in this area) and if you are a mature ladylike me I bet you can still sing all your times tables. I bet you are singing them now, how do I know because I just did it.
We moved onto comprehensive school (big school) and these numbers seem to get even more important, with everything we did, weather you were academic or more practical just start to think how much we needed these numbers, for so many they shaped weather you went to college, university, the career path you chose or in many cases the career path you were able to chose or in my case the only option I had left. (that was before I found the path that I am on now).
So then these numbers started to creep into all areas of our lives, and yes I am talking about our bodies, our height, weight, bust size, waist size and even shoe size, obsession, obsession and obsession.
We see others and want to be taller. I think I was what people would call average, I would think what if I was taller, or looked dainty or was shorter.
Then there were the dreaded games times when I would look down and see the size of my legs, where did they come from, and how the hell did I develop a bust this size overnight.
We take this obsession everywhere with us and as we get older we get obsessed by the numbers on the scales, the calories in everything we put in our mouths.
Health and fitness become a numbers game too: how fast we can run, how many miles we can do, how much did we score in hockey, netball, football and rugby (not so much choose in my day)When I run I keep a record of what I achieved in miles and times, and today when I train I keep a record of how many sets, reps, weight that I push or how many miles I have walked.
This is not bad as long as it does not turn into an obsession that has an adverse effect on our lives, if we are pushed in a positive way and making our health and wellbeing better that is what we want and of course enjoying the journey,
and if we are getting fitter and healthy I am supporting that all the way
BUT I see and read so many comments, or clients contact me because they see numbers on scales that they don’t like or they have gone up a dress size or a bra size.
When this becomes an obsession and it starts to take over our life in a negative way we need to take a step back, breath and evaluate what is happening.
Weight changes daily, dress sizes change from manufacturer to manufacturer, and bra sizes well that is a whole different game.
So a number is just a number
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