Some of my regular readers will have noticed by now that I got rid of two boxes from my sidebar. The boxes that are missing updated readers to what my weight loss was so far and what, if any, amount of weight I had lost that week. I used to concentrate, and, if I’m being honest, obsess over those numbers–so much so that facing them would keep me from writing on this blog. If I don’t see them I don’t have to own up to you about my failures. I quickly came to realize quite a bit about those numbers.
First, those numbers were only one small part of my weight loss journey. Secondly, they are not a true reflection of what I’ve got going on.
I know it sounds like an excuse, but stick with me.
I went to my meeting last week to find that the scale said I’d gone up in weight, and I do not doubt that I weighed what the scale said I did. However, a few things happened that made me think the scale, however correct, isn’t telling the whole story. That previous weekend I did something I hadn’t done in years: Take in my pants. I had to dart them about an inch and a half because they were literally falling off of me. That amounts to lost inches. Then an even more exciting thing happened. I had to move my car seat forward. Granted, I didn’t have to move it forward very far, but….HELLO!….FORWARD!
It got me thinking that I am beating myself up over something small. When I finally accepted that I am more than a number, I began to realize that torturing myself with it was (1) ridiculous and (2) setting myself up for failure.
One thing my leader Lynn is always telling us is that we are so much meaner to ourselves than we would be to others. I know I’ve got to be kinder to myself. If I know that, then I also have to know that the big picture is what matters.
In the short run, I’m up a pound.
In the long run, I’ve darted pants and moved a seat forward.
Winners look at the war, not the battle.
I’m winning the war.
How ’bout you?