From the time I began my journey of weight loss, traveling along the path toward a goal weight, I have tortured myself with the scale. Perhaps “tortured” is too strong of a word, but there are indeed some days where it has felt as such.
For the month of March, I put my scale away. I made it the entire month without stepping on that evil number machine! Well, 28 days to be exact, but that is a month if you round up. (Hey, math is hard!).
Unfortunately, since I ever so reluctantly placed my feet upon the scale nine days ago, I have succumbed to my former habits, my previous ways. Old habits being weighing myself in the morning and again at night. The rational portion of my brain knows that this is completely and utterly counterproductive if not self-defeatist.
The good news is, though I have been lackadaisically counting calories and spent most of February and March nearly sedentary, I maintained my weight. The bad news is, I clearly have some self-control issues, revolving around my scale, that I need to address. The mediocre news is that I am now weighing three pounds heavier than I was the day prior. Again, the rational portion of my brain knows that I did not gain three pounds during the overnight hours so I will not become overly distraught. The bad news is that I have more hard work, far more hard work than I had anticipated, ahead.
The good, the mediocre, and the bad news: I have 16 pounds until I reach my goal weight. Why this is good: 16 pounds compared to what I’ve already lost is definitely doable; it’s so feasible! Why this is mediocre: 16 is a higher number than I wanted to be faced with, especially four months into this year. However, I know that with some newfound dedication, I can reach my personal finish line. I just need to tap into my previous level of commitment. Why this is bad: I find that I am discouraged, and there is a very real piece of my personality that tends to stop trying, to give up, when I am discouraged and / or disappointed in myself.
Step 1: scale down. It is time to put my scale away, yet again, and stop defining myself and my progress based on its numbers. The scale shall not make an appearance for the remainder of April.
Step 2: put myself first. My most successful months were those when I put myself before all else. The housework, the cooking, and all other adulting demands waited until after I spent my time in the gym. I have to reaffirm that putting myself first is indeed OKay.
Step 3: adjust goal. I originally strove to be at my goal weight by my birthday. But now? Now, I will be happy and content if I reach my goal weight by 2017’s Tough Mountain, which is July 29th.
. . . I can do this!