The few days tail-end of last month was an unconquerable beast in regards to my weight loss journey. Thirty pounds down since this arc began in February and nearing my second progress goal, I struck a nasty cord with fate who decided it was time to test my dedication.
For the past week and maybe a half, the scale didn’t move in the direction I was hoping. I was drenched with anxiety, checking the scale every morning to see if I had broken through the wall that had been keeping me perturbed for the past 8 days. “It’s just water weight” I would tell myself, or “Muscle is denser than fat.” And these truths are true in that they were contributing significantly to the experience that I was going through, but they didn’t help to ease the impatience and anxiety I felt. Seeing the scale slowly curve up one pound, then two, then four muddled my thoughts and actions. I will say that I am glad I stayed consistent through it, and eventually clambered out of the pit and now I’ve sailed 5 more pounds past that anchoring point.
Consistency with a bit of knowledge is king.
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