It’s hard to ignore the scale. EVERYONE TELLS YOU TO IGNORE THE SCALE. Hell, just this weekend I was telling my family that the scale doesn’t tell me anything. But still. IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE IT.
I gave up on having a weight goal as soon as my boot camp instructor told me that, based on the change in measurements and percent fat, I had lost 5lbs of fat and replace it with muscle. It’s hard to use a goal weight when you have no idea how much your muscular body weighs.
HOWEVER, I do weigh myself. It allows me to at least monitor progress. Because my goal is to simply be able to wear my wedding band again. I took it off during the last half of my pregnancy with Nikki and haven’t worn it since. I’m close, I could get it on but I fear I wouldn’t be able to get it off again. It’s hard to tell how much weight on the scale I have to lose because you never know where your body will choose to burn fat. From your feet? From your ass? Or in my case: MAH BOOBZ. I still have a nice pocket of fat around my midsection that hasn’t shrunk at all, while my arms and legs look AWESOME.
My point of all of this? It’s easy to get discouraged each time I step on the scale and don’t see a drop. Especially when I ran 35 miles last week. So I tried to find some comparison pictures. Which is hard because I can’t wear most of the bottoms I used to wear anymore. Why this isn’t enough is BEYOND ME. I can’t wear the skirt in the first picture above anymore because it will fall off me. WHY ISN’T THIS ENOUGH?
Anyway. I can still wear some of my older shirts because I was probably wearing them when I shouldn’t be anyway. So I took this picture to compare my body in the two shirts. IT IS SO OBVIOUS I’VE LOST WEIGHT.
But that DAMN SCALE. And don’t tell me to get get rid of it, because I’m physically incapable of it. And don’t tell me not to step on it, because I have to. Just remind me that this picture and the fact that I ran THIRTY-FIVE MILES THIS WEEK, on top of 4 days of boot camp, THAT is what is important. So, I can step on it all I want, but I need to take that number and put it in the bag with the clothes I can’t wear anymore. Because it’s about as useful to me now.