I was so confident. I had drunk nothing but water for 6 weeks, I had done an exercise of some sort every single day, and I have tried to control my portions at meal times. I was going to step on that scale and see a big difference. At least 5 pounds. I was ready. I was wrong, I had actually gained 2 pounds.Luckily my grandmother was there to give me a tin of cookies to make me feel better (I never did eat those.)
It wasn’t until my husband, so kindly, reminded me that muscle weighs more than fat. Even though I was losing fat, I was gaining muscle, specifically in my legs (thank you squats). That’s the moment I decided that I was doing away with the scale. It was only going to disappoint me. I knew I was losing weight, my clothes were a bit looser, and my profile had changed a little when I looked in the mirror. Little changes but still significant to me. But the scale did not reflect those changes. In the disappointment, I experienced it was harder and harder to stay on track with my changes.
I am going to throw away the scale (well not literally, because I don’t actually own one and I just use my uncles when I visit him) and buy myself a measuring tape. I am going to continue with my small and manageable changes so that I don’t fall off the wagon, and I am going to focus on what the tape and my clothes tell me, and not my scale.
So, while I have only lost 3.1 lbs in two months, I have lost the weight where it counts. I may have a long way to go, but already I feel better about myself and at the end of the day I will mark that in the win column.