I had a bit of a disappointment yesterday, although upon reflection I realize that it should not disappoint me too much. You see, I went and weighed myself for the first time in 4 weeks. I do not have a scale at my house, but I weigh myself at the health club where I swim. I purposely do not weigh myself too often, because weight fluctuates, and a daily weighing does not necessarily mean that much.
Well, last time I weighed myself, I was 307 pounds. I have not been under 300 pounds for probably 22 or 23 years, I guess, so I have been eager to go under 300 for the first time in a long time. I thought I would be at that interim goal yesterday, because I have been very strict with myself about what I eat and in what quantity. I have also been exercising at least once per day, and often twice per day. Well, when I stepped on the scale and took the reading…. 307. Yep, I had not gone down (or up!) for the past 4 weeks. I was disappointed in that. I will say, though, that when I was leaving the health club one of the employees came up to me and told me that she could see that I was losing weight and that I looked good. That was something that did make me feel good, and made me feel that while the weight may be the same, I am getting fitter, healthier, and losing some inches. The way my clothes fit also confirm to me that my body is changing for the better.
When I first went on my crusade to become healthier I told myself and my family and friends that weight loss was not my goal. My goal was to feel better, become healthier and especially to gain good control over my diabetes. I have done those things, so I should be happy about that, and keep doing what I am doing to continue along with my goal. But, I guess the disappointment that hit me made me realize that in the back of my mind, this is about weight loss too, or at least that number on the scale affirms for me that I am reaching my other goals.
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