Hey Weight Loss Wednesday gals! I sure hope you had a fantabulous week and, if you didn’t, that you will find encouragement here today!
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My week went pretty well. After staying off of the scale for over a month (while God worked on other issues in my life and started to break me of my need to find my identity from a stupid number on said scale) I hopped back on two weeks ago and began to weigh-in weekly again.
Tracking my progress the last two weeks has proved to again be an emotional roller coaster ride.
Last week, after doing great in my eating and working out 5 times, when I hopped on, I had lost 6 pounds. In a week!
Then, this week, after doing great in my eating and working out 5 times, when I hopped on, I had lost 1 pound.
While I try to keep the chant in my head “I am defined by obedience, not a number on the scale”, still, that stinkin’ scale defines me.
However, if I had just hopped on today, after two good weeks of eating and moving, and saw the display flashing a number that was 7 pounds less than two weeks ago, I would have been thrilled!!! Seven pounds in two weeks (which my brain quickly deduced is a 3.5 pound loss per week rate) would have made me smile.
HELLO!!! It is the same thing!
Why, oh why, do we women get our worth from a number on the scale???????
Instead I should be asking myself, did I eat right?
Did I make carve out time to exercise?
Do my clothes fit a bit better and zip up easier?
Okay then….progress. Right?
Can anyone else relate?
While the scale does track our progress and give us an overall, big picture of how we are doing (meaning, my number on the scale is 30 something pounds less than when we began in October and my jeans size is smaller than then), the little week to week progress isn’t always reflected in the scale. We might be retaining water; gaining muscle from weight training, etc…
So don’t let that nasty number trip you up. (I am talkin’ to myself here on this one ladies!)
Don’t give up and reach for a donut (or two or three).
And pray about how often you should be hoppin’ on the scale in the first place.
I’m thinking every two weeks might be better for me. Yes, maybe that is the ticket. Check in weekly with you; every other week with the scale.
Your thoughts? Do you have the same love/hate relationship with your bathroom scale?
I can’t wait to hear how your week went and to pray for you…..