Getting Stuck aka The Ostrich & The Lightbulb
Ā After months of guessing and throwing out assumed numbers. Of secretly hoping I could just wait this thing out & never have to formally acknowledge it. Of playing more games with myself than a casino in Vegas. I lady-ed up and stepped on the scale.
Ā As you may have guessed from the lack of activity on my little micro-blog, my tiny break has been WAY longer than I planned or frankly needed.Ā And while I easily rationalized to myself exactly what had happened and why (I took a break to be realistic about my BD/holidays, Iāve probably only gained 7-9 lbs, it should equalize & then Iāll just get back on the horse, etc), I was reluctant to actually STEP on the scale & make my suppositions reality.
I didnāt want to enter in a gain into my fitness pal.Ā I didnāt want this to be REAL.Ā I didnāt want to feel like Iād failed.Ā So I ignored it.Ā I simply decided NOT to weigh myself. I told myself Iād just start exercising again and then Iād lose the extra curves and it would be like this had never happened.
Ā Except that didn't happen.Ā I had a moment of motivation around the time my friends were all running marathons, but I wasnāt working out. I watched what I was eating, kind of, sort of, maybe, when I felt like it.Ā But I wasnāt logging into the site regularly. Me. The girl who logged in her food & exercise while overseas.Ā Ā Ā
I was hiding. I even rationalized that and told myself the numbers for calories needed werenāt really right anyway if I had gainedā¦Ā And even then I WOULD NOT just STEP on the SCALE.
Ā So, finally, after a day of flu (Iām not perfect, Iām real) I did it. I weighed myself.
Ā 6 pounds.Ā Itās not as scary as I thought.Ā The world hasnāt ended. And yes I put it into my weight tracker. And no I didnāt even check to see if it would broadcast that to my friends before I logged it in. Guess what? It feels AMAZING!!!! Thereās nothing to hide behind. No more excuses.Ā Iāve been liberated from myself. I don't feel like a failure - I feel like a ROCKSTAR.Ā
Seems completely counterintuitive hmmm? I've fought for, struggled with, cried about, and painfully eeked out every pound lost last year.Ā I had near panic attacks about group trips simply because I didn't know what I would eat. I literally said to friends "I'm not on vacation" while we ate meals in Disney World, tracking every single calorie I consumed, good or bad.Ā How could I be okay with a six pound weight gain? Had I simply lost it?
Ā Then came my ālightbulb momentā: This journey has been all about accountability for me.Ā Iām successful when Iām accountable.Ā I flounder when Iām not. Ā And I couldnāt be accountable to myself if I wouldnāt even step on my scale.
Ā Everyoneās journey to being healthy is going to be different.Ā I don't know what your struggle is or what obstacles you face.Ā But I do know we have to be honest & accountable if weāre going to be successful in the long run.Ā I wish this for you today & every day.