Last week Friday for the Friday Fitness Check In I talked about 5 ways you can stay mentally engaged in your journey. I have been feeling so mentally out of it, and I have been going through the motions of working out but not really believing in myself to get to my goals.
What I mentioned briefly was that I hadn’t been losing any weight over the past four weeks–anyone who has every been on a weight loss journey knows that not seeing the scale move is probably one of THE most frustrating things ever. Seeing the bathroom scale move lower and lower over the past four months is like an intoxicating high. The lower it moved the more motivated I was to keep going, to never stop until I reached my goal.
Over the past month, those highs stopped completely–no more losses, no more good vibes…my pants were getting looser and looser yet, that number refused to move. I was highly confused and putting my hopes and dreams in that number on the scale.
Saturday evening as I was preparing my outfit for church on Sunday, I found a dress that I wore when I was my smallest prior to having baby #2. December 2010 to be exact (the glory days as I call them in my head). I tried it on for kicks really, like I do with all of the clothes from that time period–usually I try them on to see how far I have to go…and how far I’ve come.
It fit. Perfectly. Like a glove. My size 8 dress fit.
To say I was elated was an understatement…I ran downstairs and my hubby greeted me with a “Hey Hottie” I asked him if he remembered the dress…if he understood the significance of the moment. He didn’t. But that was ok. I was wearing my size 8 dress!
On Sunday I decided to test the waters a little more. In my house I have a closet FULL of clothes from the glory days. Pants, tops, dresses, shorts–you name it. I decided to venture into this closet because I was feeling incredibly confident after the perfect fit the night before.
I tried on 5 more size 8 dresses and they ALL fit. All designers, all cuts, ALL zipped up and fit perfectly.
I was on top of the world. As a matter of fact, I did a dance that was disturbingly close to this one.
This entire time I have been putting my whole heart (and mind) behind this scale and my body has continued to change.
I am at my goal dress size–YET I am exactly 8 pounds heavier than I was when I purchased them years ago!
So there you have it, proof that the bathroom scale is a liar. I didn’t want to believe it–but now I do. The scale simply does not tell the whole story. Pregnancy changed my body with both kids, seems as if the last time around my hips have become curvier–which I really don’t mind.
I will still continue pushing towards goal weight because I am not at my desired pant size yet–hello hips!–but I am really excited to be able to wear my new (old) wardrobe! You know, once Spring arrives :).
Do you put all of your hopes and dreams into the scale? Do you shop yours closet for old clothes?