Here I am... going into week 5 in the T25
Shaun T... my new best friend.
I still say, I have never sweat so much in my LIFE for a 25 minute workout.
Last night, I actually went with my husband & we got in a quick mile, just so I could have my legs (& stupid low back) remember what moving in that motion felt like. I came home & did Day 26 of my T25 & I literally was dripping sweat.
I'm not a sweat-er... not like that. (Is it sweater? I just think of the garment to wear)
I may glow & glisten ... my skin gets dewy... but I never have actual sweat falling off of my face on the mat.
With T25, it happens.
I feel like such a tough chic when it does that...
But I've been feeling a difference lately. My legs seem to be feeling more toned, my burpees are progressing stronger, I am even able to get more push ups in that are solid & strong then ever before.
Oh believe me - there's lots of flab there I need to tone, lots of issues I need to work out - but I am feeling a little progress.
So then Monday comes. I thought, let me step on the scale & I was prepared for a drop in the number.
Let me remind you - I've been at the same stupid weight for about 4 months now. Not even joking. A half marathon in there, training for that race, never more then 3 days not working out - & that was
once when I was sick... its usually missing 1 day a week of working out... & yet, the same stupid
BIG FAT NUMBER on the scale... refusing to move.
I just knew it was going to drop... even if it was half pound, I would have taken it.
I stepped on the scale....
The EXACT SAME FREAKING NUMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was funny because when I got on the scale, I had on my sports bra, some boy shorts & I looked in the mirror & was like, "Yep... I see progress. Its happening"
I got off of the scale & looked back in the mirror & I saw something completely different...
I felt flabby, fat, lazy... ready to just give up...
As I went & ate a cream filled donut - NOOOO!!! I really didn't.... just seeing if anyone is paying attention... but as I went through the morning, it ended up making me angry.
That scale totally distorted my thinking, the way I was feeling.
I started off feeling confident, stronger then before...
The scale made me feel like a failure, like nothing really matters... that I'm going to be a pile of blubber forever...
that's right when I decided... no more...
I'm putting the scale up...
at least till the end of my T25, which is in 6 weeks.
At the end, you're supposed to measure yourself & that's the numbers I'm looking forward to. But I'll also weight then & see if it makes a difference.
I'm through letting some stupid number define me & the way I see myself...
Good bye scale. I won't miss you...
& if in 6 weeks that number is still the same? Someone just needs to say a prayer for that scale because my Mr. Sledgehammer will have a close & personal relationship with Mr. Scale.
Do you weigh yourself often?
Does the scale change your mood?