I’ve been feeling extremely good about my body and the results that Les Mills Pump is getting me. (If you remember I gained 5-7 pounds in June after getting back to the USA.) And then in one little room that feeling of accomplishment and pride was almost stolen…You know which room I’m talking about?
The DRESSING ROOM AT THE MALL!
Seriously, if you know me you know that I hate the scale. I hate watching people (myself included) work so hard just to get on it and see a number that totally deflates how they are feeling. Well, yesterday I was completely caught off guard when this happened at the mall. There was no scale involved, it was the work of dressing room mirrors and bad lighting! I was trying on some shorts and while waiting for the attendant to bring me a different pair I did what many of us do- I used the 2 way mirror to check out my progress…and what was it I saw? The dreaded cellulite on my thighs. And of course I had to check out all the angles, and I was not impressed. Now please don’t write me mail telling me how beautiful I am, I know I am. I’m just being honest with you that we can all have our moments that pull us down. It’s what we do with those moments that matter…
We can either say forget all this working out and go buy some ice cream and French fries.
We can try to wipe all the images of what we think our bodies should look like from our minds and accept our bodies for what they are. I workout 5-6x a week and eat clean about 85% of the time, and that still leaves me with cellulite. I don’t have a six pack and still think my hips are a little ‘thick’. (What I mean by thick is that I get the muffin top very easily if the jeans aren’t just right in the waist.) I’m not saying you don’t set goals, I’m just saying be careful about what you use to measure those goals.
You will get discouraged during your weight loss journey. Whether you still have 50 pounds to lose and you get sick and can’t workout for two weeks. Whether you step on the scale and see you’ve gained two pounds when you were sure you must have lost about five. When you make vision boards of what you will look like at your goal weight, but you’ve chosen women that have genetics SO different than you do that you will never reach that goal, so you base your progress on an unrealistic expectation. Or, you stare too long in the dressing room mirror, and you let that steal the inflated self-esteem you had been building over a month of diligently working out and eating really well.
So what do you do when this happens? Here is what I did.
I did TurboFIRE 60 and I pushed as hard as I could. And this is the message my mind processed as I finished all 60 minutes, with sweat dripping down my face…
Four years ago I would have had to pause TurboFIRE 60 about ten times to get through it. I’m NOT exaggerating. Today I did it and did not hit pause one time. That is progress, cellulite and all. And that is same message I want you to remember today. Or tomorrow, or six months from now when you have a moment of doubting your progress. What defines your progress? The mirror. Or something greater?