Broken scale say WHAT???
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
I've recently had that dreaded moment. You know, the one where you step on the scale, look down, quickly jump off, say a small prayer the number isn't right, and jump back on only to find, well, dang, the scale really must be broken.... Yeah. That moment.
So here's my confession, one that a truly lady probably would never make, but here's for honesty over modesty: I've gained 20 pounds. Twenty. The weight of a two-year-old child. Or a stack of wood. Or a small hippo.
Okay, so maybe not a real hippo. But it feels like a hippo is attached to my waistline, which no longer fits in my perfectly sized 6 or 8 pants and is barely squeezing into my 10s. Oh, and my jeans, every pair that I can manage to force my big ole belly into looks like a pair of mom jeans. Beautiful. Fashionable. Disguisting.
I know the cause of all this growth in fat cells: my eating habits and my decline in exercise. Over the past year, I've indulged in all my weaknesses: fast food, Dr. Pepper, and super-cheesy pizza. Meanwhile, I've gone from running 20-something miles a week to less than 15. Not a good combo.
Even though it may be cheesy and the same as, oh I don't know, half the American population, I vowed that for my New Years Resolution I would get back in shape. Yeah, I've turned into one of those extra people at the gym in January... although I'm a little different because I was there in August and September, too. I just took the fall off. And boy did it cost me.
I've also turned back to my old friend SparkPeople, the best website ever. I love cooking, and Spark has helped me to find my way back to the kitchen. I know that diet is 80 percent of weight gain/loss, so even though I'm uping my workout, counting my calories is really helping me.
Typically, standing on the scale and seeing the numbers I do every morning would send me into a crying puddle on the floor. However, I'm not having that reaction right now. I think it's because I know I'm taking the right steps, headed in the right direction. I know what works, and I'm doing that. I know that there's a light at the end of the tunnel, and I'm headed towards it.
Or maybe it's because somewhere in my heart I really do believe that scale is broke.
Either way, I'm not going to let this stop me. I have bigger races to run.