Tuesday, April 30, 2013
The dreaded “P” word. And no, I don't mean pudding, peanut butter, or potato chips. That word no one on a weight loss journey wants to hear.
I know that there are a bajillion and a half reasons why people hit weight loss plateaus. If you google it, you get all sorts of advice on what to do and how to get through it. Everything from “eat more” or “eat less” to “change up your exercise routine” and “eat more carbohydrates” or the “just wait it out, it will pass” folks. I'm not a wait it out sort of person, so when the scale did not budge last week for my weigh in, my mind went to panic mode. I immediately began to question myself.
“Did I eat too much? Not enough?”
“Did I slack off on my fitness routine.” (The answer here is a resounding yes, as I had an ankle injury).
“Are there other signs of progress?”
I try really hard to be proud of myself for what I've accomplished, and for the most part I am. But, there is that nagging voice inside my head asking how I'm supposed to meet my goals if I can't get the scale to budge. And then... a moment of clarity happens.
It happens while I am trying on swimsuits, and I instinctively grab a large and X-large top and take them into the fitting room and wonder why they don't fit me correctly. It sags, it hangs, it doesn't support me. I go to hang it back up and the woman behind the counter asks if she can help me. I reply that she cannot, that purchasing a swimsuit has to be one of the worst things women ever have to go through in their lives (childbirth aside) and she looks at the tag and laughs and says to me, “Well, it helps if you try on the correct size. There is no way that you need an X-large.”
Really? Is my body image that bad, or has the change just not registered with me yet? I knew I'd dropped pants sizes, but I've always been large in the chest/shoulders area. I've always had to buy larger sizes so they would button/zip/snap across my chest (and no, I am absolutely not complaining). But, she was right. I picked up the same suit in a medium top and small bottom and it fit. It FIT.
Holy crap. Take that, scale.