I have been working out for well over a year now. I must say I’m proud of myself I have been pretty consistent. I have been working out and eating healthier than I was before. I don’t drink much soda or even eat much candy. I do admit that I still have moments where I do tend to over indulge but those times are fall and in between. I also still like my fast food but again that’s not an every day thing. So I want the scale to reflect my hard work.
Well that isn’t what happens sometimes. I want the scale to say either I maintained my weight or that I loss. I never want it to say it went up. I got on the scale yesterday and the number said that I gained. I was totally unprepared to see that number. I was back to 170 pounds. All my work was basically for nothing. Well that’s how I felt at first.
See usually when I see that I gained weight I throw everything I’ve done how the window for at least a few days. All because I’m angry. Well I refused to do that this time. My scale was in the bathroom where most scales are. When I walked in there to get on the scale I was feeling great because I felt like I had just done the best workout of my life. Then the number on my scale for a split second made me forget that. But as I got ready to be upset and go sit on my bed to sulk, I walked by the mirror, then I remembered all I had done that morning, and in that moment I refused to minimize my work. So rather than sit and mope I looked in the mirror and started saying affirmations and giving myself credit. Once I said a few I felt better.
As a result I have formed a plan to try to do two workouts at least twice a week or at least walk/run on the treadmill for an hour. I am going to be more conscious of what I eat. I’m trying to find a happy balance. But I’m going to continue the work but I’m not going to quit. I won’t let the scale steal my progress.
