Stinkin’ Devil on My Shoulder!
Friday, February 10, 2012
The last few weeks have been kind of blah for me on the weight loss front. First it was a couple of no loss weeks. Then when I stuck to my plan like glue, watching my intake and pushing hard on my workouts, I was convinced that I would see a great loss on the scale. Instead it registered 0.6 down. I was disappointed, but not discouraged. I rationalized that perhaps I had eaten too much salt before the weigh-in so I was retaining water, or maybe my bladder was full, or some other reason to justify why I didn’t drop like I expected.
I redoubled my efforts last week. If I stuck like glue to my plan before, then this week I stuck like, like, well something that sticks more than glue. (I’ve never been strong on similes.) When I stepped on the scale yesterday I was certain that I would see two weeks of effort paying off. I reveled in the thought of recording a 3 or, dare I imagine, a 4 pound loss. Nope, the scale said 1.8 pounds down. I stepped off in a daze. Surely there must be a mistake. Was I accidentally holding a jug of water in my hand? Was the scale flat on the floor? Were my contacts in? I stepped on again and saw the same number.
As I tried to fall asleep last night I had a discussion with the little devil sitting on my shoulder. As I’ve come to find out in life, he doesn’t tempt me with big, shocking, prison-worthy temptations. He sticks little nags and discouragements in my thoughts. I looked back over the last few months of changes. They haven’t been easy, but they have been worth it. I remembered how out of shape I was when I started this journey. Now I can run beside my son as he learns to ride a bike without training wheels. I went camping with the scouts and had no trouble hiking all over the mountainside with them and willingly carrying more than my share of the supplies. I feel better physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. Then the “bad” thoughts started creeping in. Maybe this was a fine weight to maintain. I’m not trying to be the next NBA player. I am happy where I am. I should be content with my accomplishments and enjoy my new habits.
These thoughts plagued my mind for quite a while until I finally fell asleep. When the alarm went off in the morning, I got up and went to the gym because that is what I do. It isn’t a chore anymore; it is as much a part of my daily routine as brushing my teeth and combing my hair. I am very grateful that it has become a part of my life, because as I was sweating on the elliptical, my rational brain finally started to kick in. After stalling at a plateau for a few weeks I had lost weight again. Plateaus happen to everyone at some point. I had pushed through it and had a fantastic week! I had dropped 1.8 pounds and that was a success! After I finished at the gym I pulled up my tracking spreadsheet where I use charts and equations to track my progress and forecast my trends. I entered yesterday’s weight. Since I started this journey, I am averaging 1.4 pounds lost per week. Last week’s drop was nearly a half pound more than average. I checked the charts, and I am still on track to hit each of my three milestones this year, including being down to 150 by Christmas.
I am once again encouraged to keep moving forward. While I am happy with my progress and content with my accomplishments, I know there is more in me! I’m positive I will have more plateaus in front of me, but it won’t matter if they are 1 week, 2 weeks or 2 months. I know that I can and will power through them. I have the strength and determination in me to meet my goals. I look forward to upcoming challenges with a renewed vigor and stamina! I am a better person but I’m not the best I can be yet.