I have been working very hard at my fitness and trying desperately to get my diet under control. And what do I get for it? More weight. That’s right, I gain.
My hubby never works out, but does work many hours at a physically demanding job. He eats like crap. He’s down 13 pounds.
Grrr. It makes me crazy. So crazy, I had to hide my scale in the basement. I do my measurements about once a month.
I am losing inches, though not where I would like to the most, so I know I am doing something right, but my waist is still huge and the number when I do peek at the scale, makes me sick.
Recently, I had someone say something very degrading to me about my weight. They didn’t mean it, it just happened. And I hate it.
I work so hard, but little of it shows. My arm muscles are growing, but there is still a ton of fat there. My cheek bones are nice, but the chin is still padded extra. I saw my collar bones peeking out today. As I looked at them, something dawned on me. I may still hate a great deal about my body, but at the same time, the measurements I take miss a lot. They don’t consider my collar bone. They don’t take into account my cheek bones or the calf muscles that I am very proud of.
So people, the tape measure, and the scale may try to diminish me, but they don’t tell the whole story…And I think I need to hang on to that.
