I didn't make my weight goal this six weeks. I'm at 155 pounds, and my goal was to be 152 by today.
I'm feeling disappointed and bummed. I have been almost perfectly on track with my daily calories, macronutrients, and workouts.
(One thing I can do better with is the timing of meals, though--best for me is to eat every 2.5 hours.)
Part of me is REALLY proud of myself for ALSO being able to be happy about the fact that I have been STRONG in my workouts. Recently I said to my trainer, "Thank you for being patient with me until I get stronger." And he said, "You're the strongest one of all my clients."
I know I shouldn't compare myself to other people (heck, his other clients could all be 90 years old for all I know . . . not to put down those older than me, but the large majority of people lose physical strength as they age), but that felt really good to hear regardless.
Also, I've gotten up to riding 32 miles on my bicycle! One more "also"--my trainer asked me what I did for cardio today, and I told him, "Thanks for asking . . . I did Stair Master level 8 for 30 minutes." He looked at me and said, "What the HE**!" as in, he was impressed. I cracked up.
I have made some great gains with regard to strength and stamina.
Maybe it really is true that the scale is just ONE measurement of our success. It's just not the end-all be-all of health, and it's important for me to be reminded of this fact continually.
One day at a time, one drink of water at a time, one meal at a time, one night of sleep at a time--WE CAN DO THIS!! WE ARE DOING THIS!!