Week 11 - The Good The Bad and The Ugly

Week 11 – Hard to believe that there is only 1 week left!  What did I learn this week:

1. If you are planning on getting happier and healthier and doing it the right way ie. Not going on some crazy diet that you know you will never be able to maintain long term – you should NEVER NEVER NEVER get on a scale.
2. I’m a lucky lady!

I knew at the start of this journey I was going to have to talk numbers at some point so in the interest of full disclosure here goes – more on lesson 1:

The Good – I redid my fitness test at Westshore Rec on Wednesday and here are the results:

 Most people would look at that and say awesome – what an improvement!  Which is how I wanted to feel but unfortunately I was weighed first.  (I will admit I am happy about the wall sit time – I may not need to find a leg breaker after all – I may be able to beat Erik all on my own pretty soon!!!)

The Bad – As I said earlier, I have not weighed myself throughout this journey because I did not want to be disappointed if the numbers on the scale were not dropping fast enough and then become discouraged and start to give up.  I know things have been changing because pants that have not fit me in years are fitting me now (ugly brown cords included!!). 

So I guess I was expecting that the numbers on the scale would somehow reflect the changes as well.  And instead of listening to my sub-conscious and turning around so I couldn’t see the number I thought it would be ok to look.  Boy was I wrong.  Since the start of this journey 11 weeks ago I have only lost 6lbs.

The Ugly – My reaction to seeing all these numbers in front of me – I completely disregarded all my improvements in the fitness tests because the freakin’ number on the scale was not low enough for me. 

So do I do the mature thing and use my logical mind to tell me “muscle weighs more than fat, you have obviously gained muscle, don’t stop now!”, I don’t think I have ever been able to do 60 pushups before!

Nope – I do the immature thing and use my emotional mind to tell me “You failed, 6lbs!! Are you kidding me?!”  I called my husband because I was so upset about it. I bought pizza for lunch that day and just let it get me down. 

To end on a positive note – more on lesson 2:

When I was talking to my husband and co-workers about my disappointment they were all saying what my logical mind was telling me.  That I have made way more progress than one number on a scale can reflect and to not even worry about it.  I was told to be more Vulcan about it – only use my logical mind – I am going to work on that.  I have an image in my head of what I want to look like when I am finished this journey (which I always knew would be much longer than 12 weeks) and whatever I weigh when I get to that image, will be whatever I weigh.  All that matters is that I am happy with what I see in the mirror.

Live long and prosper!!

Till next time……

Laters Baby!