I realized earlier today that when I started this site about 6 months ago or so, I’d started out with a purpose, and that was in part, to be a fitness guide, part of what my Instagram account is dedicated to is my fitness progress, and I’d been neglecting to give out fitness advice and/or motivation here. So, I realized that I should write about something, that could hopefully help somebody out there. I’m no licensed fitness expert, but there is one thing that I am qualified to tell you as a human being. But first you need to do some things, step one. Go get your scale out, right now. I’ll wait. Okay, you have it out, now, stand on it, take off your shoes of course, get down to about as close as you can in your situation right now to remove any excess weight from your person. Now, you’ve done that? Okay, now go stand on it, and look at those numbers that are on that screen right now. Okay, you’ve done that, and now, that you know what you weigh, you can do one of two things with it, you can use it as a motivation to press on and get closer to your goal. Or, you can just disregard the number it tells you, and go about your life.
Not what you thought you were going to hear, was it? Well, the reason for that is, I’ve come to the realization as of late, that the numbers on the scale don’t really matter, as long as you’re happy with where you are. If you aren’t, then there’s things you can do to get there, but if you are, then just keep exercising for your own benefit, for fun and stress relief, not for anyone else’s.
When I started this site, and then even before that, when I started my workout routine, it was all borne from heartache, and pain. I’ve mentioned this before, if you’re a long time reader. All I had was my mission, which was to lose as much weight possible. Not that I was truly like fat, fat. Kind of puffy maybe.
Me circa December, 2015.
I’ve already told that part of the story before, so I won’t here, but in any case, I had my mission and I was dedicated to the cause, eating a chicken breast every night, limiting what I eat, and working out 5-6 times a week. My best weight was when I’d cut down to 200 pounds even a month into this routine.
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Right around that time as well, I met someone new, fell in love, and while I wasn’t neglecting the workouts, I still hit the gym the same amount of times as I was, I was living life more, and eating all types of good things that aren’t necessarily healthy. And the scale reflected these changes. It bothered me at first but then it hit me, I was happy, I had a beautiful woman who loves me for who I am, and thinks I’m hot, so what does it matter what the scale says. Even still, I’ve been working out this whole time, so while the scale is telling me that I’m only a pound off of where I started at at 214, this time it’s a totally different reasoning for that weight, more muscle than fat, maybe a little fat, but my 34’s still fit the same, so I’m not too far off. Plus, I feel great, so , pardon the language here but Fuck what a scale tells you. It can’t measure your happiness, or how someone else sees you.
Me, last weekend.
The point is, don’t let the numbers on the scale be your determining factor in your self esteem. The scale only tells you one part of the story, it’s up to you to fill in the rest of it. And for you to decide where you go next.