So here it is. On day 25 I was down 10 lbs, 11 total inches. At first I was tempted to be disappointed with my results. Like, why didn't I loose 20 lbs and end up a size 2 already? Um, check yourself, Sister Sandoval. First of all, you have never in your life been a size two, ever. I'm pretty sure I skipped that size completely. And every size in between. Pretty sure, as in I swear I went straight from a girl's size 14 to a women's size 14. Probably at age 11. Second, give yourself some credit, girl! You lost 10 lbs and 11 inches...IN 24 DAYS!
I also have a long list of non-scale victories. Long and important, and notable. On my list are things like; better sleep, more energy, punching fear in the face, squatting on the Smith (what?! because that used to terrify me), better control of PP depression, maybe I don't have cankles or they are much smaller at least, pretty major, right?! Also, JR and his workout buddy commented on my killer form while lifting the other day. Can we talk about non-scale victories fo'minnnit? Yass!
I'm trying hard everyday to remember that:
1. I made a promise to myself. 30 is going to be my healthiest year yet.
2. I am not defined by a number. My success is not determined by a number. I am not doing this for a number.
Maintaining consistency after the challenge and those two things, repeated over and over...and over have really helped me stick to my goals. I'm telling you it's not easy. Remember that number that doesn't define me? You better believe it didn't budge for almost exactly one solid month following the challenge. I focused on clean eating, exercising at least 4 times a week, and staying positive. I also added a BCAA supplement and a thermogenic to my day and started counting macros (and you thought counting calories was hard...because how does anyone consume this much protein?!).
Just last week, and not a day sooner, that stubborn number started to move. Goodbye to 6 more lbs. I know, I know, the number doesn't matter. But I'll tell you something, it sure is validating to see that confounded thing drop! (insert red-faced emoji with smoke boiling out the ears/nose)
So, unfortunately there's no magic pill. The process is long, it's tough and the number doesn't reward you nearly as often as it would take to make it motivating. I used to think I had enough excuses to exempt me from everything but minimal self improvement. "Keep walking, I'm just doing the minimum to exist here." The truth is, even with a full time job, a baby, church callings, a husband in school and all the feels of postpartum depression, my excuses were no bigger than excuses anyone else could come up with. Including people who are putting in work.
So find your why. It's gotta be a big one. You have to trust yourself. Most importantly, get out of your own way and do some work.
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