This past May, I decided I was tired of spending so much time being self-conscious and ashamed of my body. I began eating a Paleoish diet and increased my activity level by literally nothing and lost 45 pounds.
Yesterday morning I weighed in at 181 pounds - the lowest I can remember being in recent years. I was ecstatic and spent the rest of the day celebrating and just generally feeling on top of the world. Until this morning, when some much lower numbers showed up on the scale.*
138.6
What?
Step off, then back on.
138.6
I know there's no way I dropped 43 pounds and hit my goal weight overnight, so I call my boyfriend in to test the scale. Sure enough, he weighs in at about 50 pounds less than what he weighed last week. He notices the display is dimming significantly and determines the batteries are dying.
In that moment, every shred of self-doubt I've had throughout this journey came crashing down, centered around one question: "Did I really lose weight?"
Has our scale just slowly been dying since May, showing me a lower number every time I weighed myself because of the lack of power?
Luckily, my incredibly supportive boyfriend reminded me that not only has the number gone down, I've had to buy new clothes in smaller sizes and my progress pictures show obvious weight loss.
We replaced the batteries and I checked my weight again - 181, just like yesterday.
My self-doubt in my progress has really highlighted an important issue that I need to work on: confidence.
Is there anyone else out there who has wrestled with accepting your accomplishments in your weight loss journey? How do you handle it?
*Before anyone says anything about "you shouldn't weigh yourself every day", I want to add that weighing myself every day is the best way to keep myself on track. It also allows me to observe and track my body's natural weight fluctuations throughout the month.
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