If I was only using the scale to determine my success right now I’d be pissed. Seriously!
Last week I was 145 lbs. My goal weight. The magic number I admitted made me happy because, well it’s what I want to, or think I should, weigh.
This week, according to the scale, I gained 2.8 lbs.
Or rather … I don’t give a crap.
This weekend I ran 22 miles and completed 42 obstacles. I was able to pull up my own body weight, crawled effortlessly in the mud, and faced fears that have made me more confident than ever.
WHY would I let the scale take that accomplishment away from me?
I’m telling you right now, I’m not. I refuse to.
Last week Julie left this comment on our weigh-in post:
I’m sitting here feeling angry and jealous, because I’ve been working so hard, eating right, tracking my calories, and exercising, but the number on my scale actually went UP 1.5 pounds.
I know this is a journey, and that I probably should reevaluate how I’m doing, but I’m going to try and find motivation in your number and keep moving forward.
It broke my heart. I know that feeling so well. You probably do, too.
I really think we need to remember sometimes the scale is not going to show us the result of our efforts in the short term. It’s just not.
We have to learn not to solely depend on the scale to determine our success.
How many times have you walked away because of what the scale told you despite giving it your best?
Remember, it’s just one variable, one small slice of the “healthy living” pie, and we have to decide that all our work is worth it regardless of what the stupid scale shows us.
Because it is.