Thursday, March 08, 2012
My weight is stuck in the low 260s and just won't budge. This is frustrating. I want to be a machine: xcals+xexercise = xweightloss. I want the math to work. It's just not happening right now.
I know that I can't let this discourage me. If I continue to eat right and work out, I will eventually start dropping again. I'm trying to mix it up with the exercise, biking, walking, ski machine, and strength training. I'm working to keep it all interesting and fun.
I can't completely kid myself, though; everyone likes those little "gold stars" of the scale moving. As much as we console ourselves with the other changes, that's the one that haunts us. And when I'm not getting those, there's a part of me that feels a little defeated.
And yet, when I think about what "defeated" means in this situation, I can't imagine a true failure, giving up state. Because the way I am eating, and the fitness I am pursuing? I wouldn't change that. I like who I am and how I feel now. I have goals and ambitions that I didn't have before, ones that have little to do with the scale.
So when those scale numbers don't move, I wince with a bit of disappointment, but then I go on. Because, really, there's nowhere better to go.