Defining MyselfMay 03, 2012
Today was a good day. I was down 2.2 pounds at Weight Watchers. I'm only .7 of a pound from leaving the 200s (again) forever. As you might know, I have been so discouraged about my weight loss over the past month - actually over the past couple of months. I have been on Weight Watchers for over 5 months, and total I am only down 18 pounds. That feels like failure to me, even though I know it is far from it.
I also have to confess to something else. I stopped running this week. It was not doing my weight loss journey any favors, and while I know it is a healthy thing, right now my focus is honestly on pounds... getting off these post baby pounds, getting into a normal BMI zone again.
Right now that journey does not include running. What it does include is exercise, and right now I've chosen to buy the 5 DVD Cardio/Strength set that Weight Watchers sells and aim to do that 4 days a week. I did it on Sunday and I was sore until today. It is 35+ minutes of lunges, squats, and more lunges. That lady is seriously lunge crazy! I did it again tonight. I may not be walking tomorrow. I may have to go back to using the handicapped access stall in the bathroom at work, but apparently it is really effective!
This is a different journey from the first time around.
This journey is harder. I know I've said it before, but it is. And... I really don't know why, because I have WAY less weight to lose this time. Maybe it is the lack of sleep talking, maybe it is because I'm the now the mother of 2 instead of 1, or maybe its because I have a little baby girl that takes a little (who I am kidding) a lot of extra work.
It's horrible to see the scale barely move or go up when you've been doing what you are supposed to be doing - exercising and eating right. It is hard to stay motivated and to keep going. It is hard to look at the number and not care so much. And I care SO much! I found I was dreading Thursdays because it was the day I stepped on that beast of a scale and it displayed my self worth. It was if the numbers were mocking me... shouting out
In addition to hating the scale, I begin to hate myself on Thursdays.
It's horrible... it really is, and I'm sure you are reading this and thinking I'm messed up. And you know what? I probably am, I have my baggage. You know what else? You are probably a little messed up too. How many times have you talked to yourself this way? Thought bad thoughts about yourself. I know I'm not the only one. I'm positive of that.
Today was easier... yes, it was easier because the scale was kind to me this week, but not only that I had resolved myself at least to not care. No, I wasn't going to be happy about it if I was up, or even stayed the same, but I promised myself I would not let it wreck my day. That is a starting point for me. It's far from where I need to be, but this journey is about progress not perfection, and not hating myself on Thursdays - on one Thursday is a start.
The scale... it's a simply a number. It's one measure of progress. It is not THE measure of progress. I am trying to learn this. I am worth more than that number on the scale. I am:
A GOOD MOM AND WIFE
AN EXCELLENT COOK
And none of those have anything at all to do with the number on the scale!
Love yourself where your at. 200.6 ... its where I'm at. It doesn't make me any less than I was at 175 or 165.