I don’t weigh myself. That idea may sound insane to some novice fitness people but hear me out. I have found other ways to measure my weight loss progression. I measure my weight loss by my agility on the treadmill, the number of my clothing size, as well as the loosening of my belt. So far, I’ve increased the speed on the treadmill by almost .5 points, I’ve gone down to wearing below the average American woman by a couple points, and of course, I’ve had to poke holes in my old belt.
As I put on one of my favorite pairs of jeans, I found myself trying to pull the belt further in to insert the prong into the hole of the belt. No matter how I tried to accomplish this action, I could not get a hole in. Frustrated, I looked down at the belt, watching to demystify the problem. As I pulled the strap once more, I watched as the hardware flew past all the holes, including the new ones I had poked almost two weeks ago. I rejoiced. This kind of revelation propelled me into a day of blissful mindlessness. I am a habitual photo-taker. I have over eighty progress photos and two albums. Every morning I practice the ritual of grabbing the parts I want gone. I see how my body can look and this both excites and frustrates me. I choose the excitement over the pessimistic attitude every time. With this new accomplishment, fighting against this frustration will not be as difficult.
As someone who has lost and gained weight three times; as someone who began my journey back in the summer of tenth grad; I believe I know the tricks that work for my body. First, my mind has to want my body to lose weight. Once my mentality shifts, every other obstacle seems almost nonexistent. At almost twenty-six years of age, I understand that I am disciplined enough to go along with any diet plan. I have been vegan, keto, and now paleo. I have eaten measured portions that would seem maddening for someone with my previous physicality and appetite. After the mental shift, I am able to train my body using almost all the equipment offered at the gym. I’m not saying this to brag but along with gaining and losing weight three times, I’ve also learned that I hate the scale. I’ve learned that it isn’t the purest way to gauge weight loss. I’ve learned that the methods for understanding the changes in our bodies are both simple and plentiful.
I take up less space on the bus. I don’t huff and puff when walking. I don’t crave unhealthy foods. I walk faster. I care more about my appearance (though this has less to do with weight than with mood). I have more energy. I am more flexible. I feel freer…