#nonscale victory

[afitterbrittany]

Here’s a fun non-scale victory: updating my license to have my UGW on it (and I’m not lying about my weight this time lmao) and I don’t hate my picture (even though I look bewildered)

My last license said I was 185 pounds but that was a goal weight at the time and I was really 50lbs heavier idk why I did that. But now it says 145!

[livinglifewithmandymarie]

Bodies are weird. In a deficit but had too much sodium? "Gained" 2lbs. Had a surplus day? The next morning you're down a pound. It's bonkers, but that's why I don't stress too much about it. The scale is just a measurement of data.

Here's what I've noticed since being more on point with my diet and exercise:

I sleep better.

I have more energy.

My mood has improved.

A shirt that used to be too snug in the middle fits.

So, yeah, pleased that I'm down 5.6lbs so far, but I'm not worried about that jump on the scale cause I'm feeling better overall. And that's something we should all be doing. Cause the scale is just a hunk of metal and plastic and glass. Everything else is what matters most.

[fitgirlhappygirl]

Getting closer to reaching one of my biggest NSV’s!!! These jeans are a size 9. The difference may look subtle but it feels bigger 🤯😁👏🏼🙏🏼

[wrennefer]

Umm WOAH! I tried on a pair of pants that was once the largest size I ever wore— 26w. They were jegging style so I couldn’t quite fit into just one leg but I can’t believe there was a time I would hold up pants in that size and know they would fit... then, on a whim, I tried on a size 10 and GUESS WHO IS DOWN ANOTHER PANT SIZE!!??💪🏻😍😭🙌🏻

[thisishowidome]

I was getting ready for a run, clipping my belt that carries my water bottles and putting my hair up when I realized that the belt was hanging on me, when it should be snug. I tightened it by an inch on each side and it fit snug again. The scale hasn't been moving for a month, but tightening my running belt is comforting proof that my efforts are paying off.

[newwave-k]

I’m really proud of how I did mentally this weekend.

On Saturday time got away from me and I wasn’t able to get a workout in. I then went to the movies and ate movie popcorn and came home and ate a s’more. That is like a day’s worth of calories kind of crap. I was starting to get upset with myself because I had been trying to stay really disciplined as I had plans for a fancy dinner for my friend’s birthday on Sunday where I planned to drink. I just told myself to make peace with the fact this is life and if you want to stay comittied to this lifestyle change then you have to accept that some times you’re going to eat extra calories when you didn’t plan to.

Cut to Sunday, I actually made good food decisions. I packed a healthy lunch for the car ride and dropped some extra money on salmon for dinner. It was such a struggle, though, to be between a cheap bowl of cheesy, comforting risotto or spending another $13 on salmon with ratatouille. I guess at some point you just have to consider it an investment in your arteries. The dinner celebration was very lovely, though, complete with a bottle of champagne with dessert.

What I’m really trying to accomplish is to have a relationship with food where I can indulge on occasion without guilt but still remain committed to consistent healthy eating. It’s a hard balance. Sometimes you have to let it go so as not to drive yourself crazy and sometimes you need to be critical that your choices are taking you farther from your goals.

For this weekend in particular for me, I think with it being so early in my re-commitment of weightloss, if I had heavily guilt tripped myself about some of my choices I think it would have hurt my progress. I’m proud of figuring that out.

[thisnonlinearlife-blog]

Hello there,

and welcome to my journey. I can't call it a weightloss journey because that would simplify and belittle what I am actually doing. Which I am losing weight, I am doing so much more. Most people say they want to get healthy. But, in reality, they just want to look better. Which is a completely valid reason to lose weight, by the way. I am a wife. I am a mother. I am comfortable with the way I look. What I am not comfortable with, is my body's abilities.

Before I started changing my habits, I had a hard time getting off the floor. I got winded going up a single flight of stairs. And running jogging? What's that? I began eating a Ketogenic diet at six weeks post partum. I weighed 318 lbs. My highest, the day before my son was born, I was 326 lbs.

That was 6.5 months ago. As of this morning I am 255 lbs. Four pant sizes smaller. 70 lbs down. I can get off the floor without feeling faint. I can climb the stairs without my heart pounding in my ears. And I ran today.. for the first time in a very long time.

So.. if you need motivation, fine I'll give it to you. You're motivated. The decision to change became very easy for me when I realized something. If I don't do something different, things will always stay the same. Well, duh! Think about that a little harder for a second. You can live the rest of your life exactly how you are today. You can hate the body you're in. You can feel like shit. Or, you can do something about it. I loathed myself. I was ashamed.

And I ran today.

I have a long way to go still. I have habits I still need to change. I have 50 lbs to drop before I hit my goal weight. I still can't run a mile nonstop. I can't do more than three push ups. I can't do a lot of things I want to.

And I ran today.

[animezinglife]

#NSV

I weighed in and it turns out that I lost 3 lbs. in the past two weeks (mostly this one if I had to guess--I did not do well over Spring Break), but honestly, I’m even more proud of the fact that I was able to get a fleece pullover out of my closet that I haven’t touched since my freshman year, throw it on over leggings with a baseball cap, and run errands. 

I never thought I’d be able to squeeze myself back into that pullover, and now I have room to spare.