Losing weight can be one of the most frustrating things on the planet. Trust me, I speak from experience. The numbers on the scale go up and down and sometimes it seems that you’ll never reach your target weight.
I remember embarking on my weight loss journey and eating all the right or “clean” foods and exercising at least five times a week. I’d hop on the scale a week after starting and see the scale went UP by 2-3 pounds. One time I didn’t even check the scale for two weeks after I started dieting and exercising, but there were still no results. And I quit.
The problem is, you can’t measure your success based on a number on the scale. Your weight by not be decreasing, but your waistline could be shrinking. Remember that muscle weighs more than fat and if you are incorporating any strength-training into your workouts, you might be gaining muscle which would result in not seeing a drop on the scale.
Don’t focus on the numbers. Focus on how you feel and how your jeans and sweaters fit you.
And keep a notepad or journal of your reason “why”. Determine the reason you started losing weight and what you hope to accomplish. When I started losing weight, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I reached an all-time high of 224 pounds. I felt fat and miserable. I couldn’t fit any of my clothes. I didn’t go to the beach with my friends. And when I went to parties or nightclubs, I constantly worried some drunk guy would heckle me or call me “fat” in my black dress which still didn’t flatter my stomach or arms. I felt like I was losing at life. There were so many things that other people were able to enjoy that I wasn’t able to.
Parties. When I was in my early twenties, all my single friends would get together before going out on the town. We’d drink wine and do our make-up. Giggle and laugh about all the “cute guys” we’re meet on a night out. But as we got ready, all of them would be complimenting each other on how cute they looked in their tight blue and red dresses. I’d always wear black to try to look “slimmer”. And when we went on the town, they all got chatted up by handsome guys at the club, and I was always left in the dark.
The Beach. Countless summers passed and each summer I would begrudge not having exercised months leading up to July to be ready. I’d vow that “next summer” I’ll be wearing a bikini. In the mean time, I constantly turned down proposals to go to the beach or on summer vacations with my friends because I knew I’d be wearing an embarrassing one-piece with a skirt or shorts and a t-shirt while they ran around in tight bikinis looking like swimsuit models.
Everything felt harder. Shopping became a drudgery. I missed out on nearly a decade of my life being overweight. Once I lost weight using skinny fiber, everything was easier. I remember going to a store to try on a dress for a work event, and it slipped on my body like a glove. It was snug and tight and looked GOOD. I nearly started to cry. I remember seeing friends I hadn’t seen in years and their mouths dropped open when they saw me. Men who hadn’t paid me an ounce of attention in high school were trying to flirt with me years later when I saw old friends over the holidays.
Losing weight can be liberating. It certainly was for me. Write down your goals, look up testimonials and success stories. Picture what you want and envision yourself being the person you want to be a year from now. Focus on what you want to come true and you will put forth the effort to MAKE it come true.