For all the exercise I have been getting in this week, the scale sure is being stubborn. I don’t think I have been overeating, nor do I believe that I am dealing with hormonal fluctuations right now. I’m not sure what is going on.
It can be so frustrating when I don’t see the scale reflecting back numbers that I believe I have earned. Even more so, when I know I must then look to other measures of success, it can get equally depressing when I struggle to find something else to serve as a benchmark of my success.
My jeans are not fitting any better. I haven’t lost any inches since the start of the month. I am not seeing any new definition in my muscles.
So, when all else fails, it becomes more about looking beyond the physical and examining what psychological benefits there are to creating and maintaining a healthier lifestyle. Perhaps that is where my attention should have been all along, but – as anyone attempting to lose weight can attest – that certainly isn’t where I have been focused.
But it is a vital part of the process, and, in fact, I think that its level of importance goes up as the results displayed by physical factors go down. My need to recognize that progress is still taking place in some manner increases as my actual weight loss slows. Validation of my efforts must still exist in some form or another.
So, after digging a little deeper I realize that my mood has been more elevated. I have found the growing intensity of my workouts to be invigorating and exciting. My healthy food choices are feeling even more natural and instinctual than before.
I am still having success. Even if that number on the scale never budges again, I know that I have implemented amazing changes into my life. I am a perpetual work in progress: with ‘progress’ being the operative word.