The plateau. That dreaded place that no one trying to lose weight and get fit wants to ever go. But no matter how hard you try, I’m pretty sure just about everyone trying to be fit will hit their plateau. You work your butt off, eat all the right foods, drink the right amount of water, and you start to see results. Until one day you realize the scale is stuck. When I first started this weight loss journey I told myself that I wasn’t going to hit my plateau. I was going to push through no matter how hard I had to work to do it.
Then winter hit. My amount of exercise decreased and the amount of Christmas cookies I ingested increased, but I told myself that it was okay as long as I maintained my weight. I did, and I was satisfied with that. Then when I got sick earlier this year and was on steroids again, I told myself that it was okay that I gained ten pounds, it was just the meds. Then I started getting better and I realized that it was time to get back on the wagon. I had hit my plateau, and had been there for almost four months. Part of me was frustrated and wanted to see the pounds start shedding off again. I wanted instant gratification, even though I know that that is not the way weight loss is supposed to be.
So in an attempt to break out of my weight-loss plateau, I joined a gym and started working out like crazy again. While I did need to find a gym that would allow me to continue pulmonary rehab, I was also looking to see some lower numbers on the scale. That was about three weeks ago. What do you think happened? I gained. Then I lost a little bit. Then I gained again. Then nothing happened. I kept working out, but was getting frustrated that I wasn’t seeing any results…on the scale. As I’m writing this now I’m kind of laughing at myself, because I can’t begin to count how many times I have said to myself and to friends that are trying to lose weight that the scale is not the only way to measure how well you are doing.
While I was spending too much time obsessing over a number, I had missed the real progress. First of all, I was working out again. Consistently. Without needing my inhaler. This is the first time I’ve been able to do this since before I got sick. Second, I’m starting to feel good again. I’m sleeping better. I feel stronger. I have more energy. My lungs are getting stronger every day. All of those things are a heck of a lot more important than the number that appears when I step on the scale.
I’ve been pretty good about not obsessing over the scale since this journey has begun, but for some reason I let it get to me these last couple weeks. Not anymore, though. I know that there are more important things than that. Yes, weight does help measure health to some degree, but it’s important to remember that it is not the only determining factor. I’m just going to focus on what my body needs to be healthy and the rest should fall into place.