Okay, I did a bad thing. I stepped on the scales. THIS WAS NOT MY INTENTION! My journey was suppose to be about health and fitness, goal setting and structure. NOT NUMBERS ON A SCALE!!! Damit anyway!!!
The good news is I am down 47lbs since January. The bad news is, I have been hopping on and off the scale all week like a freaking jack rabbit. I have become number obsessed. My ultimate goal is to be half my size, not half my weight. There is a difference.
Half my weight would bring me to unrealistic anorexic numbers of my high school days, where I ate one muffin all day, then had dinner. Not cool. I couldn’t sustain that. It was unhealthy. I also wsn’t as active as I am now. Well…was two weeks ago. I have been put on a NO CARDIO until my pneumonia is better. That leaves Yoga. Cardio is what burns that fat off.
Half my size would mean, I would be fit. I want to be fit. I am noticing a huge difference already. I can get off the floor with greater ease than ever. Zipping around doesn’t make me tired. Hauling heavy bags of groceries is a snap! Building muscle feels fabulous. It is a much better feeling than being thin. Strong feels better.
So why did I do a stupid thing like stand on a scale? I dunno. Maybe I still need that Weight Watcher validation. I know I get asked all the time how much I have lost. I guess I wanted to have an answer. It’s not cool to say, I’m down almsot 4 bra sizes. Or I am 3 clothing sizes smaller. Or that Christmas picture Evil Genuis took of me… I don’t look like that any more. People expect a number.
So guess what? TOUGH TOENAILS PEOPLE!!! I am not stepping on the scale until my birthday. August 16th. I will step on it and see again. It won’t matter though, I will be down more clothing sizes. My Mo Journey is about a healthier me. Not necessarily and lighter me. Muscle weighs more than fat. I want to be fit, not thin. I want to run with my best friend.
I will focus on becoming fit. I will walk the half marathon. I will then set my goal to RUN a 5K. I figure after walking for 4 hours, running for 30 minutes will be a piece of cake.
Stop asking me how much I lost. Ask me how far I swam, or how many km I walked this week…then we can talk.