First things first: Tonight’s the big night! I’m speaking at the Whole Foods in Pasadena at 6:30pm, and I hope to see some of you there! If you need the details, click here. I’m ready – I’ve been practicing my speech. It’s in good shape, and I’ll give it another run-through today. Hope to see you there!
Secondly, lots of you read my Disneyland post yesterday (thank you WordPress site stats!), and at the end of the day, I updated the post with two more pictures – the on-ride photos from Splash Mountain and Space Mountain, which came courtesy of Keith (thanks, Keith!). Head back to that post and scroll down to check them out!
Now it’s time to update the weight loss chart!
Today is Thursday, and on Tuesday (my normal weigh-in day), I weighed myself. The delay in sharing the results is because I was so excited to blog about Disneyland and share the fantastic ‘Before’ and ‘Current’ pictures from the Getty Center.
First, some good news: I decided during my last weigh-in that I was going to switch from having weekly weigh-ins to bi-weekly weigh-ins. The idea is that it would help prevent me from becoming overly infatuated with the numbers on the scale – I’ve had periods where I’ve weighed myself multiple times a day, and I don’t like it. And, for the past two weeks, it’s been working. I stepped on the scale a couple times during the two weeks just to see how I was progressing, but not an alarming or unhealthy amount of times.
Usually, the flip-side to good news is bad news, but I’m choosing not to interpret the results of my weigh-in as “bad.” Here’s how I updated the chart:
Up a pound. I’m up two pounds in the month of January, and up a total of five pounds from my all-time low. But I’m still down 165 pounds and, as I’ve said before, that’s nothing to sneeze at.
Why I gained another pound is not a mystery to me – it was due to a lack in focus with my eating. I blogged about this at the end of last week, and since that post I’ve been true to my word and buckled down on bad food choices, but it wasn’t soon enough to make a difference in this weigh-in. Hopefully it will be next time.
I’m refusing to interpret this pound as bad news, because I need to stop associating weight gain with failure and weight loss with success. It is not that simple, and telling myself that I somehow failed over the past two weeks negates all the hard word that was successful: all the smart choices, all the exercise (and there was a lot of exercise), all the positive reminders to myself. I don’t foresee a time in the near future where I won’t use my scale, but I hope to continue moving towards a life where the scale is just one of many indicators that I’m healthy and making positive changes.
This is easier said than done, and I was reminded by this minutes after getting off the scale the other day. My usual pattern on weigh-in Tuesdays is to weigh myself and then go update the chart, and after updating the chart, I looked back and realized that one year ago, I weighed five more pounds than I do today, and that depressed me.
It depressed me because I worked hard over the past year – completing, quite literally, hundreds and hundreds of workouts – and all I have to show for it is five measly pounds? I immediately reminded myself that the more positive spin on the same data is: Holy shit, I kept off 160 pounds for an entire year! And yet, my mind goes to the negative place first, and I stayed in that funk for a while.
Look, I know I’m hard on myself, probably much harder on myself than I should be – and that’s something that you guys remind me of on a regular basis in your comments and messages (which I greatly appreciate). One pound is just one pound, and it’s NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. I know that. I suppose I need to work on figuring out ways to maintain my accountability and stay on track while giving myself a break from my tendency to be overly critical, harsh, and tough on myself.
As I type this, I realize that’s gonna be a tall order. How do I let things like a one-pound gain roll off my back while I still have weight that I want to lose? My work is cut out for me. But you know what? I’ve lost 165 motherfucking pounds. I can do any goddamn thing I put my mind to. And I won’t forget that.
Keep it up, David!