Here’s what I don’t understand:
Last week I weighed myself. I had lost 2 pounds. No big deal, but hey, 2 pounds is 2 pounds.
Then the week went by and I didn’t work out. I will proudly admit that I’m a very involved PTA mom, and last week I found myself coordinating volunteers, working on room parents, helping out at the book fair, and attending a Jog-a-Thon fundraiser meeting. It was a lot and made me much busier than I wanted to be, but I figure that I am blessed to stay at home and our schools really need our help. So there you go.
Like I said, there was no time to work out and I figured I was okay though because I was so busy. I mean, you’ve got to be burning calories by just being busy, right? Right?!?!?
Apparently not, because when I weighed myself this morning I had gained those 2 pounds back.
Here’s the part that I don’t understand: How is it fair that it can take 2 weeks to lose 2 pounds and only 1 week to gain those 2 pounds back? I mean, I was never very good at math, but that just seems wrong. If not wrong, then just not fair.
Yes, I know that I shouldn’t be weighing myself on a weekly basis. Water retention, time of the month issues, etc. can make all the difference. I have read and had professionals tell me that it isn’t the number on the scale that matters but how you feel. I get it, but let’s face it folks. It all boils down to one thing: we put a lot of stock in numbers. How many are in our bank account, how many we get on a test, how many we lost or in my case, gained. Numbers are important whether we like it or not.
I’m sick of the number on my scale. There’s a particular number (no, I’m not going to share it) that I just can’t seem to shake. Even when I lose a few, I always seem to come back to the same exact number. It’s sort of spooky really. It’s almost like my body, regardless of what I do, keeps saying, “Nope. This is the number that I want.”
So where does that leave me? I need that number to judge my successes and failures. Sure, I can always go with how I feel and how my clothes fit, but I don’t want to. Like the perfect SAT score, I want that number. I need that number. I just don’t know how to get to and stay at that number.
I have continued to run. I have officially finished my Couch to 5K program and to celebrate will be running with two of my friends in a 5K down in Santa Monica next month. And to celebrate that we plan to stay down there and do a little shopping because we might try to act like serious runners, but we’re not crazy!
So there you go.