Slow and steady wins the what now?
OK, despite the positive spin I put on my slower weight loss in my last post, I have to admit that I’m still working on making peace with it.
Yet another week has gone by with nary a pound lost. According to the scale that is.
I’ve decided to stop weighing myself every day. It’s too depressing. Once a week is good enough.
It’s amazing how much sway an inanimate object can have over one’s thoughts. I know I’ve been staying on track with my eating and my workouts have been amazing. However, every morning as I stand on that silly thing, I let the numbers tell me that I’ve failed somehow.
Piece of junk.
Like I said, I know that I’m making progress. My pants are getting looser. I’m getting great muscle definition everywhere. I can push harder in my HIIT cardio workouts this week than I could last week. I’m contemplating buying a new set of weights because the way I’m going, our current set will be too light for my squats and dead-lifts in a few weeks.
I think I'll buy myself a pair of jeans that is one size too small to use as my new progress indicator. When I fit into them, I’ll know I’m getting skinnier despite what the scale tells me.
Either that, or just stop over-thinking it and focus on continuing to do what I know is right.