So I know I have been the voice of reason in these blogs. I know all there is to know about the number on the scale not meaning anything, or that inches count more than weight, or that feeling better is worth more than whatever the scale tells you. Sometimes, even the biggest believers in this can falter.
I am a true believer in the downfalls of scales. A scale never tells you that you look great, or that you have been doing a great job with your diet and exercise lately. You have people who do that for you AFTER the scale has made an attempt to ruin your day. Ange has often asked me, "Do you trust me or not?" after me having what seems to be a losing battle with my scale. Of course I trust her. She knows EVERYTHING there is to know about fitness, is a great friend, and an amazing trainer... but sometimes, common sense means nothing. You feel like you would rather give up than face the scale again.
I can't figure out why we feel this way sometimes. We don't get the results we are looking for, so instead of wanting to try harder we decide we're going to give up for a few days? Feel sorry for ourselves, or beat ourselves up for not getting it right? That's craziness people!
Today I am going to buy a new scale. I hate that I am relying on it as a measure of anything, but I'm doing it anyway. I know that I shouldn't care and I will preach about how it doesn't matter, and I do understand that it is not the be all and end all of the universe, but sometimes, I am a SLAVE TO THE SCALE! I don't weight myself daily. I try to save that for only once per week like a good girl, so when I do weigh myself I'm tired of trying to get an accurate reading from the one I have and feeling frustrated.
I am also going to break down and do my measurements. You should too. It's a WAY better way to tell your progress and the feeling is so crazy when you find out how many inches you've lost! I can remember Tamarack telling me I lost a combined total of 24 inches or something nuts like that... That's a small child people! Come on, that's good! Better than the scale saying you've lost 10.8 lbs, or whatever the number is. Measurements are a necessity! Get on it!
Something I also encourage is pictures. I have never done pictures before and I never saw the big deal, but Ange did my BEFORE pictures on Sunday. It was one of the hardest things I think I've seriously ever done. I don't really know why, but it made me feel nervous... like sweating from my armpits nervous. And I don't ever get that nervous! I put on my bathing suit bottoms and bra, had a look in the mirror, put my pyjamas back on and refused the photo. After much arguing and me become extremely uncomfortable, we just let it go. A couple of hours later, I put the bathing suit back on and got my sick room mate out of her bed.
"Come on, just do it. Take the picture, hurry up, I'm sweating. Come on, before I change my mind." I hadn't even given the poor girl a camera, she was throwing up all day and I woke her up anyway. If this isn't a sign of a good friend, I'm not too sure what would be! I know for sure that I wouldn't have been happy if I was her. She just simply woke up, asked for her camera, got out of bed and made me move this shoot to the living room. I'm sure she was extremely annoyed by my actions, but she didn't show it.
"One shot. You only get one. The front, no back, I'm not turning around, no one needs to see my ass. You better make this one good because I'm not doing this again." Outrageous behaviour from someone who should have been happy to have a person who was not judging (or at least not showing that she was judging, thanks for that by the way) and just trying to help. I got forced in to the back shot, and then I was out. To quote Meatloaf, like a bat out of hell I was gone, gone, gone. I got back into my clothes and didn't even LOOK at the pictures. I still haven't seen them. I'm too worried that I will delete them and have to do it all over again! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
Scales are brutal and "BEFORE" pictures are the devil, but without a before picture, you can't have an AFTER... and I hope I'll be sweating during that photo shoot... Because it will be taking place on the beaches of Montego Bay! In just under 14 weeks I will be chillin' in the sun in Jamaica... and I know this will all be worth it!
Uncomfortable I asked for, and uncomfortable I have received... I guess that means it's working!
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