Maybe it's because I need to be a little more encouraging with myself, instead of so damn hard on myself all the time. We're talking 30+ years of being hard on myself, however. It isn't going anywhere overnight. And what I beat myself up about varies - these days, it mainly centers around my health and fitness goals.
Boot camp is actually going really well. I am in my second session and have plans to "join" for one year. That is how much I am enjoying it. I am also seeing results - though, of course, not as quickly as I would like to see them. In the first session, I lost 4.5 inches and 2.6 lbs working out 3x/week for 4 weeks. I also shaved 2 minutes off my timed mile from the first week to the last week. Good, right? Absolutely. To top if off, I have currently lost at least another 2 lbs and I am sure a few more inches. I can (mostly) run up the giant hill at the place we work out at.
So, what's my deal? Why am I getting frustrated?
Because I hate the number I am still seeing on the scale.
This is about SO much more than a number on a scale, I know that. Which is why it makes it doubly sad that I am getting "stuck" on what the scale says. I should just throw it out - honestly, I only just bought it last year because I was always afraid of becoming obsessed with weighing myself. And I bought it because I realized my weight was getting out of control. In the least, I need to limit my weigh ins to once/week. I won't see the fluctuations so clearly if I do. And they won't piss me off if I don't know they're happening.
So, "regard me" for a bit. I will get past this and focus on what is important - that I have made lifestyle changes and am eating far more healthfully (word??) than I ever have. That I have made a commitment to getting healthy and am sticking with it. That my kids will look to me as a role model and will be healthy themselves as a result. That I will rock some sweet, expensive WAY SMALLER jeans by mid-fall/early-winter.
"Encouragement!"








1 comment:
It's so hard sometimes to focus on the way clothes fit, the way you feel, the way you look rather than the number on the scale. I tend to obsess over that number too -- and like you, it isn't what I want it to be right now. But I do feel like I have more muscle on me than I did at this point post-partum with G, so maybe I should give myself a break.
BTW, your boot camp classes sound AWESOME!
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