You guys, I’ll be the first to admit it: Old habits die hard.

But first, I digress…nothing gets me more fired up than seeing the results from my Pump & Shred clients.  Especially when they aren’t losing weight on the scale.  
Wait……. Say what?

Yes. I repeat: nothing gets me more fired up than when my clients don’t lose weight, yet their results yield inches lost, their clothes no longer fit them, they’re buying smaller lulus, wearing dresses/pants that have been shoved in the back of closets, and yet the scale hasn’t moved significantly.  This, my friends, means they are winning the FAT LOSS battle and not the ever obsessive-over compulsive, bathroom scale battle.  Cause for real….AINT NOBODY GOT TIME FOR DAT!

Easy for me to say, right?
Wrong.  Remember; old habits die hard.  I can relate. Weighing myself obsessively/regularly is a habit I  still struggle with.
From the beginning of my “weight obsession/disordered eating” that started in high school; which if you’ve been following this blog, you’ve read about before, I have wavered in and out of being obsessed with the scale.  I know it is the poorest indicator of fitness/health and physique; yet I feel compelled to rely on it.

Seriously… I have been tracking my workouts, heart rate, weight for as long as I can remember and I still have most of my workout logs.  I found these from 2007-2008, and I know there are probably some in the closet at my childhood home.  Die hard habits.
Why Ain’t Nobody Got Time For Dat!

Hold on…first let me just say that there’s no reason to live in denial and that if you don’t weigh yourself you should have some parameter that you measure your efforts, fitness level, health.  Whether that be semi-annual body fat checks, how your clothes fit (and not your spandex, people…that shit stretches up to 20 extra pounds), time trials in your workouts, benchmark lifts, etc.  But what I am saying is that nobody’s got time for the scale to make or break their day/mood/fitness goals.

Throwback Thoughts….Time to Throw It Away
The truth of the matter is this: at my lightest weight I still wanted to lose weight. At my heaviest weight, I wanted to lose weight.  When I walked on stage with my lowest body fat EVER during my figure competition I wondered if I still needed to lose weight….that shit’s messed up.  It’s time for me to  Or at least hide it in the closet. Or perhaps make Rick hide it from me.  Because if not, this is what happens: I wake up in the morning, I feel good, I feel light, I feel lean. I step on the scale. I see a “made-up-never-go-over-this-number” on the scale and then all of a sudden I feel bad, gross, fat….nonsense.

I’m sharing this post with you because even though I am a fitness professional and even though I tell my clients “don’t worry about what the scale says” I still struggle with the same things, the same thoughts, the same habits that die hard, the habits that we’ve let define our days, moods, and lives.  It’s not fair to ourselves and it’s not fair to those around us.  Especially our poor husbands who can’t relate because all they have to do is take a dump and they lose 5 pounds….it’s real, it’s ridiculous, and it’s O-V-E-R.

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I’ve always loved the above picture because it truly shows that body weight is clearly different than body FAT.  This woman weighs the same in both pictures yet looks completely different.  

Join me in my challenge if you want. I’m hiding the scale, weighing myself at the gym once a week, same day, same time, and done.  Agh..I’m already scared!