Wednesday, April 04, 2012
I usually have trouble getting up in the morning (I'm genetically predisposed to the snooze button) but Wednesday mornings are a different story. When my alarm goes off on Wednesdays, I spring from bed like a small child on Christmas morning. I queue up my workout DVD (usually Turbo Jam) and go HAM. My punches and kicks could put Anderson "The Spider" Silva to shame; I'm trying to get the most favorable weight possible!
When I'm done "optimizing" my weight, I usually drag myself to the bathroom to square off with the scale. It's an odd relationship the scale and I have: part of me is so excited to jump on and see how I've progressed but another part of me worries that nothing has changed or, worse yet, I've gained.
This morning, however, my dread quickly turned to disbelief when it the electronic screen registered my that my I was -0.2lbs. I was only down a measly 2 ounces ?! My refusal to accept this paltry figure forced me to slightly adjust the scale's position and get back on it for a more accurate reading. The scale rewarded my efforts with a 0.6lbs increase compared to last week's weight. Since it's rumored that the third time is the charm, I weighed myself yet again...and was up an additional 0.4lbs. I had somehow gained 1.0lb in less than a minute.
After giving the scale a look I normally reserve for inconsiderate drivers, I hopped in the shower. My post-shower weight was 0.6lbs less than the first weight of the day. I decided to average today's weights and ended up gaining 0.1lb compared to last week. I should have just took the 0.2lbs loss.
A few months ago, if I saw a weight change like that, I'd have abandoned my workout regimen and enjoyed a delicious brownie sundae. Luckily, I've learned a few things from this week's debacle. First off, I need a new scale because, clearly, that foogayzie 3 year old one from CVS one ain't cuttin' it. I've already found the perfect one! Secondly, and more importantly, my attitude towards the number it displays is slowly changing. The figure displayed on the scale won't always accurately depict weight loss.
God didn't place me on this earth to be lazy or out of shape and He definitely didn't make me a quitter. So, I'm not going to. It took me longer than 2 months to put it on so it'll take me longer than 2 months to get rid of it. I'll have the body I want because I'm going to put that work in. To reach my goal, I'll be sticking to my alloted daily calories every day, not just during the week. It also means serious cardio and some light strength training.
Game on, body.