Friday, November 22, 2013
Yesterday I finally dared to take measurements for the first time since late September. My hips are 2-3 inches smaller than they have ever been in ages, so many years. I checked six times to be sure, then my first thought was that it as going to be that much easier when I flew on airplanes. My second thought was that I used to work out for more than three hours per day and could not get those hip measurements.
It is important to take measurements from time to time. If for no other reason, it helps us to know what size we are in clothes. But more than that, we can see a progress that is different from what we see on the scale. How our jeans fit is yet another good measurement. How we feel over all might be an even better one yet.
I've broken myself of the habit of weighing myself too many times per day, just to make sure I was on track, but for some reason, I don't take measurements enough. Yesterday I faced that underneath I had long feared that I couldn't lose weight. I had hit so many walls, tried so hard and come up short. Now I am the lowest weight in about eight years and the weight loss becomes real.
The lower weight number isn't just a number on the scale for the doctor's office or my own need to see a lower number finally. To make that breakthrough. Now I see that my weight loss actually does correspond to two inches down. I already knew that I dropped a size in jeans while away by the sea, rebooting during that time, but I didn't dare take measurements until yesterday.
So now I know I can lose weight. And I can truly lose inches. And I know that the next time I have to buckle up on that plane, the flight will be that much easier.
One thing I used to know by heart was that I used to work out so hard that it was like I had lost 30-40 pounds of weight. I found out that was true when I actually lose that weight and people couldn't really see the size difference from when I had been working out so intensely each day.
Now my workouts are long walks and Kundalini yoga which I modify for a healing knee injury. And I have the lower hip measurements that I could not reach back then. It is progress. It makes the lower numbers real. I actually have lost quite a few inches in the past year, but other than losing more than 5 inches off the widest part of my belly, this was the most exciting one. It makes it all more real.
I don't know why I am so reluctant to take measurements, but I do push myself to take measurements at least 4 times per year. In addition, I am pushing myself to ensure I take a least a few photos that I can have for comparison, even if I don't share them with others.
My reward is to buy myself some $5 red roses to brighten my place on a gloomy, gray day and I've already ordered another Kundalini yoga dvd I need for my workouts. I might also need to buy pens because I journal so much that I've gone through so many pens.
So, okay. This is real. I can get a lower number on the scale and get lower measurements. I can wear smaller jeans. And my knees are surely going to love this.