As I do every Wednesday now, I'm awake at 5am, lying in bed wondering what the scales will say.
I had a sneak peek last night and it sent me into meltdown mode. The scales showed nearly a 3kg gain! I was horrified and reverted to bad habits - 2 peanutbutter sandwiches for dinner (667 calories over budget for the day). I contemplated going to the gym but I let the negative voice in my head talk me out of it. Yep, I had a weak moment.
This morning this was all haunting me in the back of my mind. After procrastinating by checking out facebook and seeing what others weighed in at I thought it was time I took the bull by the horns and got my hurdle over with. Nervously I stepped onto the scales and waiting for it to settle on a number expecting the worst. I didn't see a 2 kg gain, I didn't even see a 1 kg gain - there was a gain of 500g - I could handle that. Wonder if I hadn't had my peanut butter sandwiches how much difference that would have made. Still a little disappointed in my actions I went about my normal routine of getting ready and having breakfast.
Then I remembered - this is officially week 4. That means it's time for measurements. So I find my measuring tape and go through the daunting task of measuring. I didn't think there'd been much different till I went to enter them into the computer. In 4 weeks I have lost 47cm!! Yep nearly 1/2 m of fat! What an achievment!! All of a sudden my gain doesn't seem to be so significant.
Chest (+2cm) Waist (-15cm) Hips (-2cm) L.Thigh (-14cm) R.Thigh (-14cm) L.Arm (-3cm) R.Arm (-1cm)
I'll be doing my fitness test tonight so I can see the changes there as well.
Today has taught me an important lesson; My body transformation is not a journey on kilos - it's a body transformation. My changes can be kilogram based, cm based or appearance. It's time I stop micromanaging just one part of my journey and embrace it all.