The scale doesn’t define me. Yet I let it define me. Why do we do what we know we shouldn’t? I guess that’s a question asked since Adam and Eve literally. It’s just that, I know that the scale isn’t the only measure of weight loss. And at the same time I continue to let it torture me several times a week. I know better so why don’t I do better? I guess you could ask the same of the person who devours an entire cake…was I talking about me? lol Or the person who is doing just fine on their weightloss journey but then gives in to the pressure of tasting that 1 waffle, or 3. Still…talking about me. Idk, it’s just difficult at times. It’s hard to stay on the straight and narrow. It’s hard not to step on that dang scale!!! The scale that hardly ever tells me what I want to hear. It’s like a bad friend. Here I am, dang proud of all the accomplishments I’ve had with my working out. I can feel the muscles defining on my body. I’ve lost an inch in my hips. Panties that weren’t fitting are now fitting again. My endurance has improved greatly. Workouts that used to kick my butt, I’m now not only completing but I’m ready to up the weights. I’m doing the higher intensity plyometrics moves on my Firm workouts. I’m upping the intensity on some parts of my Turbo Jam workouts. I’m even doing the ab work at the end of the strength workouts. I’m doing the push ups. I’m doing the tall box climbs. Point blank: my strength is greatly increasing. With all of these great things occurring…why am I stuck on stupid with that freaking scale???
Why do we (myself included) expect results right away? I’ve gotten all of those results and it’s my 3rd week of working out consistently 6 days a week. I should be ecstatic about my results. I shouldn’t be expecting 3 month results in 3 weeks. It’s just that I need to see the numbers on the scale go down a lot quicker than what they’re doing now. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad that the number isn’t going up! I just can’t stay off of it. And I’m not really gonna force myself to at this point either. I’ve given up a lot of things in the past few weeks. Some that I can discuss and some that I can’t. If I’m ruled by the madness of stepping on the scale then so be it. I just have to train myself that it’s not my God. It’s not my friend. It’s like if I quit smoking cigarettes and then because I just happen to be at the store and see them, that I have to buy them. I don’t have to buy them. Sure the first drag might feel good but then comes all of the guilt along with it. It’s just not worth it. I won’t make any promises I can’t keep, but I will keep you posted on how I’m doing with the scale. I weigh in every Tuesday for my group that I have on FB. But my goal is to only weigh in on Tuesday. We’ll see how it goes. For now, it is my nemesis.
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