Despite all the negative talk about no one sticking to their New Year’s Resolutions much past the first two or three weeks of January, I’m doing okay with mine. I see friends updating their progress, too. Go, us!
Losing weight is a common resolution and I’ve cheered on friends who have shared how many pounds they’ve lost so far.
While one of my resolutions was a little more general, that I’d take better care of myself, that did include losing weight.
I’ve made strides toward this goal. Going to the gym or some other exercise class is now a common part of my routine. I’m keeping track of what classes or activities I do. While I’m not on a specific diet, I’m being more conscious of what I’m eating. That still includes cheat days and foods probably not recommended for anyone trying to lose weight, but they’re fewer than they were last year and I compensate in other ways for them, instead of just shrugging it off and going back for seconds.
Almost 6 weeks later, I can tell there’s a difference. I feel stronger and have more energy. I’m starting to notice a slight difference in how my clothes fit. It’s not dramatic enough for anyone else to notice yet, but I feel different and I’m happy to be on track to take better care of myself.
But how much weight have I lost?
I don’t know.
I have no clue.
It would have been an easy way to measure results, but in order to measure them, I would have had to step on that scale to get my starting weight.
I’m not entirely un-self-aware, so I had a general idea of what that number was.
But there’s something about actually seeing that number that I knew would pose a mental roadblock for me. That if it said over a certain number, I’d feel completely hopeless. I couldn’t tell you what that number even is, but it was something that I’d know if I stepped on the scale and saw it.
I realize this is not the healthiest mindset to have. That weight is just a number, just one indicator of health and not the only one.
Yet, I needed to not know that number in order to get started.