Sulk. Pout. Cry. Whine. Complain.
Needless to say, my weigh in on the scale this last Friday didn't go so hot. I was pretty upset, deflated, defeated, irritated. All those adjectives that provide the insight and knowledge that I was angry and sad. I ate good. I worked out good. I drank my water. I ate my freggies. I ate CLEAN.
As always, I weigh first thing in the morning after I get up and before I eat or drink anything. In pretty much nothing except my underwear.
Okay, now that we got that out of the way...
I took a deep breath (like I always do before I step on), gave myself a mini pep-talk reminding myself that it is just a number and not to get upset over it, I stepped on. One foot. The next.
I saw 154.8 on my previous weigh in and I was so stoked. Really pumped up, thinking that I was going to finally start seeing the downward trend on the scale. Anyone who has followed me at all, knows that 155 is the magic number that my scale has selected for me. Sometimes it will go up, like during the water filled days of Aunt Flo, but typically will return back to, yep you guessed it, 155.
GOD I HATE THAT NUMBER!!!!!!!!!!
It really set such a nasty tone to my day. I was irritable and not a pleasant person to be around. Stupid, I know. Because truly, I need to follow my own advice and remember that it is only a number. It doesn't reflect water or muscle gains or anything else that affects a weigh in. It is only a cold, hard box that spits back a number.
This weekend was a tough one for me as we had issues with our garage door, baby was sick, the kids were being crazy, we had science fairs... with baby being sick, I didn't eat and when I did it was normally to cram a sandwich or something down just to curb the hunger pangs since he just wanted to be held all the time. Poor guy. I vented to my hubs. I even cried for a couple of minutes. Upset and pi$$ed off at the amount of effort I put into my workouts and nutrition choices to not only NOT see a drop in the scale, but a GAIN.
Then reality came crashing down on me. I began the New Rules of Lifting program and in that book, there are very strict instructions to not only eat 6 meals a day, but to eat a LOT of calories. They give you a lot of math-y equations to figure out pounds to kg, then figure the RMR, find the BMI multiply then find the magic number -- truly an estimate as he says in the book, but a good number to have as the starting point. On my non lifting days and rest day, I should be eating about 1700 calories and on a lifting day, 1950.
WOW! That's a LOT! A mental shift to go from the "restricted calories = weight loss" mentality. He goes on to explain why it is so important to eat so much during a heavy lifting program but basically it breaks down to this: calories and protein are needed to build muscle. Muscle is needed to fuel metabolism. Too low of calories will amount to the body metabolizing the muscle which will in turn slow down the metabolism. Who wants that? Me either...
So with a giant leap of faith and the start of this program, I am eating more. I am eating often. I am continuing to eat clean. I am eating more protein. I will use the scale as a tool very loosely. I will place my focus mainly on the measuring tape and how my clothes fit, remembering that the scale is probably the least accurate means to determine progress.
I did measure and come to find out that I may have had a gain on the scale but I have lost a half inch in my waist, an half inch in my abductors and a half inch on my hips. I am also very close to being able to wear my pre-pregnancy size 8's. Still have a way to go,but I can get them on, zip them and walk around in them. They're just not comfortable yet.
Okay, I'll take it... Suck it, scale!