I think I have FINALLY come to the conclusion that how much I weigh doesn’t matter. It’s no secret that I have a love-hate-and more hate relationship with my weight. It seems that no matter how much work I do, I don’t lose any weight.
For the entire month of April, I worked out 6 days a week. That may sound excessive to some, but it was simply doing something active whether it was going for a walk or doing a half hour of cardio. For most of the month, I did an exercise plan designed by Blogilates, a certified Fitness channel on YouTube. I’ve enjoyed the month of being more active, challenging myself with the exercises and overall, getting stronger.
During the month, I told myself I wouldn’t weigh myself. In fact, I hadn’t weighed myself in a while before then, at least a couple of months. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I thought weighing myself was a good idea. Maybe it was just wishful thinking that the scale would reflect how good I was feeling. It did not. I was feeling pretty good about myself until I got on the scale and saw that I weighed 238.6 pounds. *gasp* I gained 10 pounds since my last weigh-in!!! I looked at the scale, like, seriously? I didn’t even lose a pound. This made me reflect on the month. Should I have eaten better? Eaten less fast food? Maybe I should have worked out more?
You want to know what my answer is to that? A resounding no! I worked out 6 days a week and that’s hard enough without also depriving myself of any food worth eating. Of course, I don’t gorge myself or eat more than I need to. I feel like I’m eating a lot better with the occasional fast food day, so that makes the lack of weight loss that much more depressing. And I know what you’re thinking, I should consider a diet. I’ll be honest, I enjoy life and food way too much to starve myself on a diet. I refuse to, so I won’t. Sure, my body isn’t as toned as I’d like and I’ll never look like a supermodel, but I’m happy and I’m getting in better shape than I’ve been in a while. Besides muscle weighs more than fat so there’s a good chance I’ll weigh more no matter what I do.
When met with a problem(like weight loss), you have two options either fix it or accept it. I’ve learned to accept my weight and my every bit of cellulite. This doesn’t mean I’ll stop working out, but it does mean I’ll stop stressing out about it. Worrying about my weight is doing nothing for my self-esteem and worrying is definitely not going to make me lose weight any faster, so, say it with me, “Weight Doesn’t Matter!!!”
Join the conversation: How do you feel about weight loss, exercise and all things fitness? Does weight matter to you?