This week has been a pretty good week for me. In reflecting back, I stuck to my food intake goals, I exercised about 4 times this week (which is 4 times more than usual), I resisted eating out, I blogged, I drank water, I......followed my freaking program pretty closely! My clothes were fitting me pretty well, so going into weigh in today, I felt pretty good.
Enter the bain of existence....the dreaded scale:
....dun dun duuuuuuuunnnnnnnnn....
I stepped on it this week and it said I was up 3 pounds. UP THREE FREAKING POUNDS!!! I could have screamed and then cried and then threw the scale out the window. How frustrating!?!?! I know I was careful all week, I tracked everything I ate. I exercised. I didn't give in to fast food temptations. And this is what I get for it, up 3 pounds. The part that bums me out the most is that I was really motivated before stepping on the scale. When the scale didn't read loss, it felt like someone cut me down at the knees. It made me feel like all that work and consistency was for nothing. At that moment it didn't matter what I tracked or how much cardio I got. All that mattered was the three pounds.
As I sit here thinking about my seemingly disappointing morning, I tried to encourage myself by thinking about all the positives of this week....the things that made me feel so motivated and in charge before I stepped on the scale:
1. I tracked every food I ate this week. EVERY ONE.
2. I stayed within my caloric range 5 out of the 7 days.
3. I exercised 4 out of the 7 days. This is 4 more than I have ever done.
4. I thought about everything I ate this week before I ate it.
5. I chose not to have fast food 3 days this week.
6. I grabbed a random pair of pants out of the closet this week and they fit, muffin-top-free.
7. I used a motivation phrases to get me through the hard times, particularly when faced with temptation and it worked.
Well now that I wrote them down, I guess I am still pretty awesome despite what that dumb old scale says. How could I let that number on the scale qualify my efforts. I worked hard this week. At the end of the day I put forth more effort than can ever be distilled into a stupid number.
So here's the lesson...there is a lesson in here some where.....It's not really about the number, it's about those victories and changes that you are able to maintain. That's what really matters and that's what should keep you going. When faced with an unfavorable day on the scale, think about how far you've come and the positive changes you have made. In the long run, that's what really counts!