My last two weigh ins have left me hanging around the same number on the scale. I'd love to say I'm experiencing a plateau. Truth is, it's a self-inflicted stall on weight loss. I've been bad. I'm not working out as often as I was. I'm still doing spin, step, pilates, etc. But, I'm finding it easier to skip a Saturday or Sunday. And, I'm finding it even more easy to enjoy a glass of wine.
I know that these things are contributing to my stall. And, I know I should be thrilled I haven't seen a real gain. I like the size I am now. And, I'd be pretty happy to live the rest of my life in these size 12 clothes I'm wearing. I feel healthy. I feel happy. I am satisfied.
"So, where's the but?" you're thinking. Well, there is one. I'm happy. I feel good. But, I also feel like if I've done this much, I should at least try to get down to where I'm no longer listed as "overweight" on the BMI chart. It only recently shifted from Obese to Overweight. I thought that day would never come. I don't know what weight I have to be to get there. I've looked before but I never remember. This has never been about a number of the scale to me. I just know that I'm not there yet. I did my BMI again last week and it was still showing "overweight."
Now, I just need to get my mind back in the game and get myself out of this self-inflicted stall.
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