I truly believe that scales are an evil invention that should be banished! For most women, scales are a source of anxiety, fear, shame, insecurity…the list goes on and on. I’ve never owned a scale. EVER. I know that I’m one of those girls who would obsess over my weight if given the chance. I just eliminate the scale from the equation and judge my fitness progress by how my clothes fit and my overall workout stamina.
This approach has served me well for over a decade. Until yesterday. Like I said in my post last week, I’m working on a big fitness goal. I’ll announce it in a few weeks once I’m sure that I’m going to stick to the long training process. I’m about three weeks in and I’ve been killing it, or so I thought.
Before I started, I weighed 144lbs which is little higher than my usual 140 lbs, but it was no big deal. I’ve been dieting my butt off and working out six days a week. Yesterday, I was wandering around the break room at work when I saw it…the scale. It called my name, put me into a trance and used its powers to draw me over. Although I made an extra conscious decision not to weigh myself through this whole process, I couldn’t stop myself from stepping on the scale. I weighed…147.5! Lies! So I tried it again and got the same result, obviously. I could have burst into tears. I’ve been working my ass off for three weeks to gain 3.5 lbs. Are you kidding me?!
I was in such a funk for the rest of the day that I barley got through my evening workout. By the time my fiance got home, I had big crocodile tears in my eyes as I sat in the middle of the floor ( I was supposed to be doing my ab workout). I sobbed to him that I’ve been working so hard and I thought I was doing well until I stepped on the scale. He gave me a hug and told me that it was probably all of my new awesome muscles that made the number on the scale go up. Even though he’s probably right, I was still EXTRA bent out of shape all because of the stupid number on the scale. I literally dreamed about working out and dieting.
This morning, my workout went well, but I put in a little extra effort because I was still pissed about that dang scale. Then, got dressed something amazing happened. My belt was loose! Hallelujah! So, it was all in my mind. I am making progress. It’s slow, but it’s there. Like I said in the beginning – scales are evil. If you’re bound by their evil power, I suggest you throw yours in the trash asap.
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