I popped by Weight Watchers to get weighed in this morning. It had been a while since I had been officially weighed, though I had done so in the meantime on my own. I was rewarded with the number 258.6 for my current poundage.
It's not the highest I have ever been. That was a relief since I know now that I'm at least on the way down still.
I could sit here and beat myself up about gaining back some of the weight I lost. What would that accomplish, though? If you focus too much on the number itself, it can really get you down. I never thought I'd get above 250 and yet here I am.
Weight can also be misleading. Unless you're getting a body fat analysis, it doesn't tell you if you've built up a lot of muscle. People come in all sizes and shapes and 258.6 may look very different on someone else.
It's just a number. It doesn't mean I'm a bad person. I'm not a complete failure. I'm here now ready to focus and make it happen, and my life is in a place where it can happen.
Instead, I'll treat it as a new baseline. If I want to get down to 134 (half of the highest weight I remember), I have 124 to go. My BMI is 44.4 and I need to get to 175 to "just" be overweight. Now I know and knowing is half the battle (GI Joe!)
A high number doesn't have to be your nemesis. It should be used as motivation, but don't let it stop you from achieving your goals. Take things one day at a time.
What keeps you going?
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