Eudaimonia tip #31 – Self-worth is found in the commitment of the mind, not on the numbers on a scale.
There is nothing like going full steam in the first two weeks of your new lifestyle. I hit every workout and tracked everything I ate to ensure that I am burning more calories than I consume.
After week one, I stepped on the scale, I closed my eyes and prayed for a drop in the number, even just a pound would be a win and give me the confidence to keep going. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to see that I’ve dropped TWO pounds. “Yes, this is awesome!” I cheered and happily proceeded with week two.
Week two comes, and I complete all exercises as planned. Eating is also on track except for the cheat meal on Saturday, which wasn’t anything horrible. I once again step on the scale and expect to see another two-pound weight drop, or perhaps more? I repeat the process during the first week, take a deep breath and look down to see that the two pounds I lost in week one are now back in week two. I am right back to where I started.
Que the self-doubt.
Question all my efforts.
Cuss my body for storing fat so well.
Monday morning, which is my weigh-in-day, is a rollercoaster for apparent reasons. The scale plays dirty and can knock a mindset off its track in one swift step.
It almost had me. I felt pretty low after my weigh-in and for a brief second thought about throwing in the towel altogether. I missed my check-in with Nika on Sunday so I shot her an email explaining what happened with my weight going down then up, and hoped she would get back to me with some positive feedback at some point this week.
I was now left to my own devices to repair this fracture in my mindset. I threw myself a pity party for about an hour and then realized that giving up after two weeks is not an option, for giving up is not part of the process. Significant weight loss isn’t going to happen overnight or in two weeks. Not if I want it to last.
So I brushed off all the bad mojo and attacked week three with determination. Leg day was tough, as I loaded on the weights for the dead-lifts and afterward felt the burn. I don’t know why I let the scale get to me as I am no stranger to the knowledge that muscle weighs more than fat. So in all reality, I should be celebrating the fact that I gained muscle as this helps my long game of burning away the flabby stuff that has plagued my body for far too long.
Nika did get back to me to confirm everything I had reminded myself of earlier in the day. She also gave me a positive push that I’m on track, and most of all, to have patience.
Yes, patience and consistency are required virtues, especially when it comes to changing your body’s composition. Plus, there are other ways to measure progress. Taking pics every few weeks, keep up with measurements, and seeing my clothes fit better are healthier ways to see that my trifecta of macros, weights, and cardio are working.
Without a doubt, the most rewarding part for me is finally getting back to having discipline over my food and workouts. I used to struggle with walking the dog or walking on the treadmill for 10 minutes each day. Now that I’m four weeks into an active lifestyle, I think having only one workout a day is not enough, but then I get excited at the idea that I’m once again active six out of seven days a week. It’s funny how a change in habits can change a person’s perspective.
I’m not saying that I will never weigh myself again because it’s necessary at some point, but when I do step on the scale, I will know its game and take the numbers cautiously. I think the important thing we all need to remember is that our self-worth should not rest on the numbers on a scale, but rather the strength it takes to commit to changing for the better.