This was me Saturday morning. I hate the scale, I really do. rarely weigh myself because I have a tendency to become obsessed with the numbers. In fact, when I go to the doctor, I stand backwards on the scale and pretty much threaten the nurse with death if she tells me the number. I’m serious. But while I'm doing my 30-day challenge I wanted to be able to share my results with others even though my goal isn’t to release a bunch of weight. If you remember from my previous blog, my goal for this 30 day challenge is to greatly reduce, if not completely eliminate, my love affair with sugar.
I woke up Saturday feeling and looking bloated. I didn't want to step on the scale and see that number but since it was the start of my two day cleanse I knew I had to. And lo and behold, when I did, I was up 4 pounds. I was ticked. And embarrassed. I didn't want to share with everyone that I had gained. In fact, I was so ticked on Saturday that I thought about that damn number all.day.long. It’s probably a good thing I live alone as I would not have been fun to be around.
As the day went on, I started to think about what I would tell any of my friends if the situation was reversed. Would I berate them? Would I lecture them? Would I make them feel like a total failure because of a stupid number on the scale? OF COURSE NOT. In fact, I would do the exact opposite. I would remind them of that they are not defined by a number. I would remind them of how amazing they are and how well they are doing. I would be gentle and kind. Am I not worth the same? Yes! You bet your sweet bippy I am!
And here's the thing....weight fluctuates for lots of different reasons. I know that the week before I had done pretty well with my eating. Not perfect but pretty good. I have been trying to focus on my my macros and making sure I'm getting enough of everything. Maybe I miscalculated so I will be adjusting this week.
Who can say definitively why I gained those 4 pounds this week? I can’t and really it doesn’t matter. What matters is I finished my two-day cleanse with a victory. This time the cleanse was easier for some reason. What matters is my cravings are reduced. What matters is I'm sleeping really well. What matters is my energy is up. And what matters the most is that I remembered I am so much more than a number on the scale. I am quite awesome regardless if that number is up by 4 or 40. The goal is and will always be to be healthy and strong and the very best version of myself.
In case you’re wondering, I did lose that 4 pounds at the end of my two-day cleanse and the bloat is gone. I am anxious and excited to see what week 3 does for me! This is a journey. Not a diet. A lifestyle change not a temporary fix. I and you are not defined by a number on the scale. Remember that! Take care of the inside, fuel your body with what it needs and the rest will take care of itself. And above all, remember to love yourself every bit as much as you love the people in your inner circle.
Until next time!
Health, Gainz and Love,