While my friends were here over Christmas, I didn't go to the gym. I wanted to spend as much time with them as possible, and I knew we'd be going all over seeing stuff, so hopefully I'd still get in some exercise walking around with them. A day or two after Christmas, we went to a local must-see site called Giant's Causeway. It's along the cliffs on the North Antrim coast of Northern Ireland and there are trails all around the area for people who like to hike, etc.
|the Giant's Causeway cliff route - those little specks on the path are people!|
For me, this place has been a bit of a bug-bear physically. Walking down the main paved route to the causeway isn't hard (not shown), but walking back up or taking the cliff route shown here (up or down) can be daunting. I had only taken the cliff path down once (never up) a few years ago and at the time swore I'd never do it again. But my friend Richard, who enjoys a good hike, wanted to do it and I decided to go along and push myself, especially since I hadn't been going to the gym while they were visiting.
|the stairs of death on the cliff at the Giant's Causeway|
Holy cow. We would choose a day when the cliff path was still icy to do it. But, I did it. I survived. And, to be honest, it wasn't that bad! I'd do it again next time I go. And that's saying a LOT. All in all, I'd estimate that we hiked about 2.5 miles, down the main route to the water and then up and over the cliff. Back in the day, I'd have just sat on the bench and watched them and then taken the bus back. I was proud of myself. Did I pant and have to stop twice on the 160 steep and uneven stone-carved stairs? Absolutely. But I didn't quit. And that was a victory.
Despite that, I went back to the gym this week, feeling like I had done a bit while away, but suspecting that I had lost some of my stamina and strength over the 2-3 weeks I was off. To ease into it a bit more, I went back to Week 2 of C25K just to make sure I could do it (and it was hard, but I did). But I also got back on the elliptical (my nemesis) and did 10 minutes without any bother, so I'll be upping my time on that this coming week. So all in all, I saw a little decrease in my ability, but nothing huge. I had a fear somewhere deep that I'd have to start from scratch. It was nice to know that that isn't the case.
However, I do have a bit of a dilemma: my scale seems to be broken. And it's practically new as I bought it in August or September, so I'm not sure what's up. I usually weigh once a week on Sundays, but this week, I weighed on Thursday and was surprised to see a 291 number - which was a bit lower than I expected, but hey, I wasn't going to complain. Then I got on it on Friday just to see if the 291 had been a fluke and it said I was 294. Again, I was a little surprised, but ok.....maybe I was dehydrated, retaining water or something. And then this morning, the scale settled on various numbers if it bothered to register at all, ranging from 289 to 326. Not cool. I stood in the bathroom, attempting to get a stable weight from the scale for about 10 minutes and never got the same number twice.
This does not make me a very happy camper.
So, no official weigh-in until I get that sorted out. Maybe it needs a new battery. Or maybe it just has given up the ghost. Maybe it got wet and has shorted out. No idea. But it has me nervous....and it's not a good nervous. Why? Because...
Irrational fears, I know. But it does highlight two things of which I have become aware:
- What if that 294 number was right? That means I gained this week. What if the 300 numbers that showed up were right?? (Notice I'm not even questioning if the 289 was right....)
- What if everything I've "lost" according to my currently-not-working scale is just a fluke?
- What if I get a new scale and it puts me back in the 300s?
- I don't really trust that I've lost this weight. Yeah, I'm wearing smaller clothes, but I still feel the same. On most days, I still feel like
a massive tub of lardI weigh 327 lbs and any day now, the scale will show me that what I think deep down is true. I thought I had conquered this, but today's experience has shown me that I haven't. (So much for being gentle on myself)
- I rely on the scale much more than I thought I did. Folks in the weight-loss blogging community frequently talk about the power of the scale and how you become addicted to it, or rely upon it to determine one's success and self-worth. I totally understand that. And when I started, I weighed every day, realized it messed with my head and emotions too much, and then went to weighing every week instead. That move was good and I thought I had come to terms with it - but the prospect of a new scale which may show me weighing heavier than what my old scale said (as this last one did when I bought it) fills me with dread.
The rational Fit Jayme knows this is rubbish talk.
The irrational Fat Jayme makes a stupid face and says "I told you so."
We'll see who gets the last word.
Question: What battles do you think you've conquered only to realize they're still there? What are your strategies for telling yourself the truth and believing it?