Consistency
I'll admit....I get mad when the scale doesn't reflect the level of effort I've put into fitness/diet. And it's discouraging and annoying and the reason for the background on my phone that says "Don't Give Up". This is the most painfully slow yet rewarding weight loss journey I've been on. But it's also my last.
So on days when the scale is apparently still asleep when I get on it, I have to remind myself that I'm killing it and the scale is just dumb. It doesn't know that I worked hard in the gym the day before and my muscles are inflamed or that I'm retaining fluids as my body heals. It doesn't know that I'm building muscle and shredding fat. It's just giving me a number. I have a heart to heart with myself in those moments of the early morning when I'm squinting at my scale.
Working out has become a part of my life. My mom always said (and probably a lot of other moms, dads, coaches, teachers) that it takes 3-weeks to form a habit. I'd say that's accurate.
Over the last few weeks, I was sick. I thought it was allergies. Maybe it started that way. It was deceiving. I was achy. My whole body felt like I had been punched repeatedly. My skin hurt to the touch. Then the stuffiness...and the chest ache...and the coughing. I was down and out.
I ate what I could when I could. I did.not.work.out. I lost 3lbs. My Retrofit coach texted me to ask if I was excited about it. My body fat percentage had increased a little and I felt weak. When I returned to work, it took all I had to walk from my desk to the cafeteria, which is about 250 steps. And I couldn't enjoy those 3lbs because I knew that if I ate and started working out, they'd creep right back, plus another 2lbs because that's just how it goes...
But I stuck to it and slowly returned to working out and my body fat percentage went down and I gained 2lbs. And I didn't get upset.
Because what I learned in those few days was that it really is about consistency. Consistency in what I'm eating and what I'm doing. Once I got back into the routine, I started to feel better. (I'll admit, I seriously felt really out of sorts and was making some really bad food choices which was having a huge impact.)
So here I am, a week after returning from being sick and I am starting a new workout routine for the next 12 weeks. I've got my whole week planned, every week for 12 weeks. And then after that, I have my training plan laid out for the Disney Wine & Dine 10k.
Because...
So on days when the scale is apparently still asleep when I get on it, I have to remind myself that I'm killing it and the scale is just dumb. It doesn't know that I worked hard in the gym the day before and my muscles are inflamed or that I'm retaining fluids as my body heals. It doesn't know that I'm building muscle and shredding fat. It's just giving me a number. I have a heart to heart with myself in those moments of the early morning when I'm squinting at my scale.
Working out has become a part of my life. My mom always said (and probably a lot of other moms, dads, coaches, teachers) that it takes 3-weeks to form a habit. I'd say that's accurate.
Over the last few weeks, I was sick. I thought it was allergies. Maybe it started that way. It was deceiving. I was achy. My whole body felt like I had been punched repeatedly. My skin hurt to the touch. Then the stuffiness...and the chest ache...and the coughing. I was down and out.
I ate what I could when I could. I did.not.work.out. I lost 3lbs. My Retrofit coach texted me to ask if I was excited about it. My body fat percentage had increased a little and I felt weak. When I returned to work, it took all I had to walk from my desk to the cafeteria, which is about 250 steps. And I couldn't enjoy those 3lbs because I knew that if I ate and started working out, they'd creep right back, plus another 2lbs because that's just how it goes...
But I stuck to it and slowly returned to working out and my body fat percentage went down and I gained 2lbs. And I didn't get upset.
Because what I learned in those few days was that it really is about consistency. Consistency in what I'm eating and what I'm doing. Once I got back into the routine, I started to feel better. (I'll admit, I seriously felt really out of sorts and was making some really bad food choices which was having a huge impact.)
So here I am, a week after returning from being sick and I am starting a new workout routine for the next 12 weeks. I've got my whole week planned, every week for 12 weeks. And then after that, I have my training plan laid out for the Disney Wine & Dine 10k.
Because...
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