As you know, my husband and I started working out at a gym last November. David has been doing great; he has lost close to 30 pounds and we had to go shopping last weekend because all of his clothes are too big. As happy as I am for him, I found myself being a bit jealous because I didn’t feel like I was making that much progress. The scale kept creeping up and although I could tell I was building muscle in my legs and arms, I wasn’t seeing any sort of changes in my body. I work really hard at the gym, and I run on the days that I’m not strength-training, and so I was very frustrated that I wasn’t losing weight or seeing any difference in how I looked.
Yesterday I went shopping with my daughters and just for shits and giggles, I decided to grab a smaller size jeans and try them on. As you can see from the photo here, they fit quite nicely:
So the moral of this story is: ignore the damn scale. It knows not what the fuck it’s talking about.
Also, our perception of ourselves is not very objective. I look in the mirror and see the same ole body every day. It’s hard to see the slow, gradual transformation that is taking place.
I know it’s all about how I feel, how healthy I am, but honestly, if I’m going to work my ass off at the gym, I want to get some sort of pay-off, you know?
I’d say these jeans qualify.
Have a wonderful week!