While I've been accepting of how my body has looked for the past few years, I've often said to myself that the scale isn't taking into account how much muscle I have. And while, yes that's true, the scale is telling me that I weigh too much for my frame and height. I've spent more time trying to tell myself that the weight on the scale doesn't matter, but it does; it's telling me that I'm overweight and carrying around 19 pounds that my bones don't want to carry. It doesn't matter if the weight is from fat, muscle, or water; it's more than what I should carry. I'm a strong believer that once you're in "good shape" is when the scale doesn't matter. Because you probably are gaining more muscle at that point.
So, what's the plan this time, since it hasn't worked for me in the past? Determination--yeah, it sounds cheesy to me, too. I think that you're mind will give you the discipline, focus, drive, and motivation when you're ready. I wish that my "ready" had come before my wedding, or honeymoon, or summertime, but it didn't. It came on November 26th when I stepped on the scale a few days after Thanksgiving when the extra pounds from the holiday should have melted off by now. And they haven't. Because I'm already carrying more weight than I should. And it needs to change.
Past Excuses and the Realizations:
- I'm too tired (No crap you're tired; you're lugging a 20 pound backpack all over your body)