- Exercise: Yoga
- Drink: Lots and lots of water
- Food: Softboiled egg with soldiers and a smoothie for brekkie; pastrami and coleslaw wrap for lunch; Salad with tofu for tea
- Snacks: an egg, a pear, a banana
The end of the Active June challenge is within spitting distance and I am DYING to weigh myself. I spend about 5 minutes this morning looking longingly at the scale. I literally had temptation and conscience duffing it out (metaphorically) in my head as I stood there vibrating with the need to see how much I weigh.
It's crazy really, this addiction to weighing yourself. You are not your number. The number on the scale is a collection of things; mostly water, the things you ate the last day or so, your clothes, a jumble of muscle, fat and bone etc. But for me the number on the scale comes with (as the Americans say)... baggage.
I read this excellent article from Skinny Meg earlier on 'why I stopped weighing myself'. She's right. Weight is such an odd way to measure how slim/fit/happy you are. I've talked about it a bit before, but it bears repeating.
Nerd Fitness - a rather zealous but knowledgeable diet/fitness nerd - has some interesting things to say, one of them about weight. A fellow fitness nerd, Staci, came over keen for weights. The results are pretty amazing (I'm so going to do a weight lifting month at some point). Below are some before and after shots. On the right she is 11 pounds heavier than on the left BUT SHE LOOKS THE SAME (well... a bit more toned on the right maybe). I know you can get some surprising results with adding muscle, but I never realised that the difference in weight can be so extreme with such little outwardly change. No wonder the first thing that happens with me when I exercise is that I gain weight, looking at the pictures below I wonder why I let it bother me. Maybe time to throw the scale away! Or try to get over my issues :)
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