Sunday, March 17, 2013
This morning, I got on the scale and it read 167.6. I can't remember the last time I was below 168 pounds. It feels terrific!
At the same time, seeing this reading on the scale did not astound or amaze me the way it might have in the past. I've been tracking everything I eat and exercising consistently (not every day, either, but at least 3 times per week). And so, instead of stepping on the scale with dread, as if weight loss were some sort of carnival game where the odds are never in my favor, I now feel an abiding confidence in my ability to take charge of my health and my weight. The scale does not move itself: I move the scale. Huge shift in thinking.
I'll tell you what DID amaze me: How long I've kept my weight below 170. I had such a struggle breaking the 170 plateau. It literally took me months. I honestly came to believe I would never be able to do it. And when I finally did break through (barely, at 169.9), I had no confidence this downward trend would last.
And it didn't.
The very next day, my weight was back up over 170. But then something amazing happened. A few days later, the needle dipped below 170 again. And then it dipped a little lower. And then came back up a bit before dipping lower yet again. I learned the scale needle doesn't plummet downward in a straight line but rather floats like a butterfly in search of a flower: Up a tick, then down a tick, until gently gliding in to land at the goal.
Today, I can express my confidence that I may never see 170 again. I've been below that mark for 14 days, and my weight continues to decline. I feel confident now. The scale no longer rules me. I rule the scale.