I mean literally. It’s a number. That’s it. I spend so much time focusing on my scale, but I’m finally looking at it from a different perspective. Today, I weighed for the week. I gained 1.5lbs. Instead of getting frustrated, I took a closer look at the numbers. I have an iHealth scale that also measures percent body fat, muscle weight, bone weight, and water weight among other things. I don’t take the numbers as solid gold, but I do use them as benchmarks. According to my numbers, I have lost another .3% of body fat and gained 2.2lbs of muscle. You know what? I’ll take it. I noticed some new waist-definition Wednesday night. Also, I put my suit on for the first time in a while and it had some room. I’m pretty okay with these changes.
I’ve started a new weight lifting routine, and I love it. It’s the first time that I have a structured routine. Usually I just walk upstairs and think, “Oh that machine is free or hmm how about I use these 10lbs dumb-bells.” Now I have a split-body plan, three days a week. I feel strong and powerful. However, I’ve got to stop making awkward eye contact with boys in the weight room! And I’ve got to stop exclaiming, “I want to work out with him!” Hahaha. I promise, I’m not hitting on these guys (although I do appreciate a good-looking, sweaty man these days), but I’m checking out their routines. Watch out boys, I want to be a fitness bad ass. I should probably quit exclaiming loudly to Watts that I’m trying not to have the protein farts. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t help my quest to be a badass! But maybe.