Look at these pictures. According to my measurements I have finally crossed over to size 24. That's ten, count em, ten dress sizes since I started.
I was so psyched I stated that it didn't matter what the scale said today. In the last two weeks I've lost five inches, and that's something. That's really completely something.
So what if the scale showed a two pound gain last week? That's just a weird quirky freak of nature, right?
Well color me shocked when I stepped on the scale and found four more buddies had joined the the first quirky two.
I now weigh 284 lbs.
Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor??
I wasn't depressed like I was last week. I know it's probably muscle etc so forth and so on. My body will just inevitably catch up.
I read somewhere that with every ten pounds you lose a dress size. So my body looks 100 lbs lighter even if the scale says only 66lbs. Muscle weighs more than fat, etc so forth and so on. But six pounds in two weeks?? Gimme a break. I'm going to chalk it up to hormones and call it a day.
I also decided I'm going to up the calories to match the activity level, and just to shake things up I'm not even going to have a calorie deficit on Saturday at all. Instead, I'm going to eat what I should eat to maintain 145lbs with an active lifestyle.
Sunday through Friday - 2000 calories, 30% fat.
Saturday - 2400 calories, 30% fat
One of this days I'll find a winning combination. In the meantime I'm going to make strong, healthy choices in nutrition and exercise and just know that eventually it will all fall into place.
I know how much better I have felt all week and I see the results in my clothes. I will not be moved by some stupid numbers on a scale. Aggravatin' thing that it is.
The proof is in the pudding, as it were. And those pictures don't lie.
No stats tonight, I haven't made an eating plan and I still have 1000 calories to go. I'm not even sure how I'll make it to those high numbers anymore.
DAILY AFFIRMATION: I will not be moved by what I see.