Say WHAT? Oh, I KNOW my bathroom scale didn't just smart off to me!! Of course, at first site it appears that is exactly what it's doing: smarting off, telling me that I've gained two pounds this week.... and taking my awesome mojo along with it!! Which incidentally, brings me to the topic of this post: scale weight vs. any other reputable, reliable, otherwise decent mode of measuring fitness goals.
After I stepped on the scale this morning and found the not-so-magic number to have risen by two pounds this week, I put it out of my head. No big thing I said to myself, surely this is a matter of hormones, female cycle, not enough sleep... something! And then I merrily went about my day.
Interesting how those little numbers creep up on you when you aren't even looking. We went shopping, because none of my pants or shorts fit me anymore. It was time to try on the ever ellusive, never-been-visited-since-7th-grade-size-8.... And Folks!! We have a WINNER! I am a freakin' size 8!! Solid. (and my ass looks GOOD in them!!!) No longer in double digit pant sizes. Moving my way down the meter of measurements that are quite seriously both the delight and the dread of women everywhere. An 8!! I haven't seen that number etched on the inside of pants for (doing some math...
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YEARS!!!
Am I delighted? Absolutely!!! Was I jumping around my fitting room squealing with excitement like I always pictured I would, back when I was a size 16 romaticizing the ever illusive size 8?? Nope. Nada. No, I wasn't. That's a negative good buddy.
Part of the reason for this is - something happens when you actually work for what you earn, that reduces the external fantastical jubilee into more of a substantial burning fire inside that needs no external vent. And I have earned these size 8 pants. Believe me when I tell you that I have EARNED them!
The other reason came to me as I thought about it today. Those numbers on the scale had me a little bit 'down' today. I KNOW! Crazy right?? I mean - I'm living, breathing proof positive that I'm reaching my goals. I'm achieving them one by one, little by little. I'm alive and I'm empowered and I'm ablaze with possibilities. And yet... that little number wiggled it's way into my head and twisted all of those ropes into a big knot.
You know... I thought about how often we do this when we're on a mission to lose weight. We place so much dramatic importance on the flimsiest, most unreliable, imperfect method of measuring our goals. Our body weight can dramatically fluctuate in a matter of hours. Don't believe me? Weigh yourself first thing in the morning, then weigh yourself just before bed, or take a nice long bath and weigh yourself after that, and compare your numbers. Our weight is NOT a static number. It moves. It changes. Everything alters it; from what you ingest during the day, to the hormone levels in your body, to the temperature of climate you happen to be in. Am I saying this is not important to pay attention to? Heaven's no! But you must incorporate logic and additional reliable methods to measure your goals. Do not let one little number take away from the incredible journey you are on!! It will do little more than to discourage you and rob you of the unbelievable victories you should celebrate every step of the way.
And on THAT note... I'm going to go celebrate my size 8 ass off!! Smooches!!!
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