Since I began my weight loss journey, I have been ignoring the scale like it was a Dementor. And boy am I glad I did, since after an entire month of working out almost every day, I hadn’t lost a single goddamn pound. To say that didn’t let the air out my sails a bit would be an understatement. But I didn’t want to give up, since I had so much more energy from the workouts, and I really was feeling better about myself.
I jumped on the scale last week to see if I was still not losing anything, and low and behold I had lost 2.5 pounds! That made me squeal with joy! Frickin finally I was getting some sort of numerical proof that something was happening with my body, instead of just saying “I think my pants are looser”. I still try to ignore the scale (I think weighing yourself a lot can do nothing but depress you) and I’m trying to focus on how much better I feel and how much easier it is to run now instead.
I know I just said I was ignoring the scale, but I did see this morning that I lost another 2 pounds. TAKE THAT, FUCKER! You probably don’t know how particularly proud I am of this weight loss, as this marks the very first time in the last (3 years? 4?) that I have toed the line of being “Obese” on the Wii fit. I fucking hate that obesity line. It just sits there, taunting me next to my inflated Wii avatar. But one more pound and I’ll only be “overweight!” Which sounds so much nicer than OBESE. Even the word is depressing looking. I’ve also been able to maintain my motivation for a hell of a lot longer than ever before. I’m still wanting to work out (well, not every day, but getting some solid cardio in and biking more) and I am over halfway to being able to run a 5k. Which I NEVER thought I’d be able to do. Bring it on, world, I’M COMIN FOR YA!