No, I am not. And Yes I do know that. I work very hard at the gym, I eat healthy and I am aware that I am very fit, especially for my age. However some days I can look in the mirror and feel amazing and other days all I see is rolls and lumps where all the muscles I swear just were. My body sits at about 15lbs more than competition weight when I don’t watch what I am eating. My boyfriend eats everything and anything, usually covered in gravy or cheese, the kids are the same. Click HERE to hear it from him. Truth is, I was like that too for years. Now I cannot eat like that. However it seems that even when I think I am watching what I eat and not eating clean 100%. My body adjusts and sits at almost 15 lbs more than competition weight…. And that 15lbs bothers me more than I like to admit.
I despise the scale with a passion. I like to go by what I see, and how my clothes fit. Here’s some tips for tracking progress other then the demon box. However with the addition of my new trainer I have to take weekly progress pics, and oh ya… step on that stupid little scale once a week. And it is messing with my head! I have been consistently losing every week, however add in a bad progress pic this morning and even though I’ve lost just less than 10 lbs in the last four weeks. I still don’t feel good. Today I feel fat.
Here’s the silly part. When I woke up to go to the gym this morning, I could see my abs. Wish I’d taken a picture, because I really did feel great about how I looked. Then I went to the gym and got on that scale and suddenly I felt awful. Came home and had my other half take my progress pics to send to my coach and my mood plummeted. The pictures were just bad pictures. I was part way through getting ready to go to work, my hair was all over the place, and my other half doesn’t see what I see in the pictures ever. Gotta love him for it. But those pictures along with that little box put me in a bad mood.
So… What’s the point of this post?
Well I guess even those of us with the best intentions and mind set get upset by that stupid little box called a scale. Yes my mood plummeted but it is coming back up. I feel better having written this post just because I said it and can see how ridiculous it is to be upset by it. I also think I need to find a way to weigh myself for my trainer without actually having to look at the number myself. Hmm… that one could be tough!