I recently set a goal for myself to complete 35 workouts in 21 days. With one day and one workout remaining, I think it's safe to say I have completed it. I went into this expecting the physical results to be rather spectacular, but ended up being a bit disappointed as I didn't lose any weight, only lost 1.5% body fat (the same rate I had been losing before my 2-a-day mad woman spree) and 2.5 total inches. There were visible changes, however modest. I can see my abs a hair more than I could 3 weeks ago as well as my biceps, delts and a tiny bit of my lower quadriceps, but it's not nearly the results I was looking for. Why am I woo-hooing, then? Because while I didn't see the physical results I wanted, I did end up learning quite a bit about myself and my place in this journey.
For starters: 35 workouts in 21 days is INTENSE. Not many people could put themselves through that and even fewer would want to. There is no room for error or missed workouts, I was sore, tired and there were many times I wanted to give up. But I didn't. I dragged my (apparantly un-shrinking) butt to the gym every single day, generally twice a day. I gave it everything I had every workout because I believe that if I went through all of the trouble of getting there, I may as well get my workout clothes disgusting enough to warrant washing. I added 10lbs to my dumbbell bench and 35lbs to my squats. I learned how to do hang cleans and can now go through an entire spinning class without calling upon deities or losing my lunch. And I can look myself in the eye (using mirrors, not yoga), knowing that I did everything in my power to succeed and I met the goals I set for myself.
I could drive myself crazy worrying about numbers on a scale. The fact of the matter is, I can eat right, and go to the gym and generally encourage my body to shape itself in a way that I like. But, when it comes down to it, I can not control myself on a cellular level and it isn't healthy to stress myself out over things that I can't control. And I realized, it doesn't matter. I get up and work out every day. I eat right and I know I'm doing what's best for me. Numbers are just that and at the end of the day, when I can confidently tell myself that I have done my best and put in everything I can, I am happy. Maybe it didn't all add up the way I wanted, but the things I have taken away from the last three weeks are bigger than a few pounds on a scale, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
So I am pressing the "Woo-Hoo!" button for a moment of self-discovery and my new-found appreciation for the place I am at right now!