I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again… I am in LOVE with this weather. It’s been gorgeous out and last night was no exception. I decided it was the perfect grill night, so grill we did. Of course, what good is grilling without a glass of vino…
(or two ;))
I was feeling the veggies… and seriously psyched about grilled corn. Possibly one of my favorite summer treats! (I say treat because after I pull it off the grill I like to roll it in SO much butter, REAL buttah, mmm!).
Grilled corn, spinach salad & sweet potato chips.
Hubbs’ plate looked similar… just add in some manly meat. EW. I just re-read that last sentence. Didn’t mean it like that… 😉
While we were outside… Check out these creepy guys I found on my pepper plant! Any idea what/who they are?!
Nannie, are you reading? (My Nannie is a gardening extraordinaire!)
Needless to say, between the wine, the grill, the company (Hubbs & the bug) and the cool weather, last night’s dining experience was out of this world!
OK… moving onto a topic that crossed my mind. It started with this question:
When weight loss was always the goal, how do you measure “success” once weight loss is achieved?
I guess what I mean by this is that I’ve been trying to lose weight for as long as I can remember. Well, probably not here:
Because, let’s be honest, I’m stuffing cake in my mouth 🙂
But definitely by the time I was here:
That’s me on the left. And I hope none of my high school buds mind be featured on the bloggity-blog.
As you can see, I never had a serious weight problem growing up (although I beg to differ that in college when I gained 20+ pounds, I was teetering on the edge of a “problem”), but I always knew that my thighs would be better if they were a bit thinner (dadgum, all those years of gymnastics!), that my tummy could be a little flatter, etc.
So I was always conscience on calorie counts in food (and beer) and for most of my life I was in a pattern of feeling good about myself when the number of the scale went down, and feeling shameful when the numbers began to rise. I’m sure many of you can relate, because I know I wasn’t alone.
Then, in my quest to become HEALTHY (not just thin), which began after I graduated college in 2006, I began living a healthier lifestyle, and as a byproduct, I lost weight, too. I will admit that learning to live a healthy lifestyle took a few years… it’s not something I understood how to do right away and I had a few struggles along the way (material for a different post ;)). But over those few years, I began to put my focus on eating quality foods and exercising instead of only calorie restriction, I still used the scale as a means of measuring success.
Up=I was doing something wrong 🙁
Over the past 4 years I like to think I have continued to grow in terms of living the healthy balance I talk about, and in doing so, have moved away from the scale being the end-all-be-all.
I actually haven’t weighed myself in months. But yesterday it crossed my mind:
“Maybe I should hop on the scale, just to check up on myself. To make sure I haven’t piled on the pounds without realizing it.”
Luckily the scale was in my car (I carry it with me for clients), so I didn’t mindlessly hop on it. Instead it dawned on me that the negative self-talk I just experienced was a voice from the past. The voice that measured if I was doing “good” by whether the scale was up or down.
Funny how that voice can still creep up on you.
It got me thinking how to measure my success, now that I am not aiming to lose weight. Then I realized that I don’t need to measure it at all. That is my old obsession talking. The need to measure weight or calories, the need to grade my performance, the need for CONTROL.
Then I decided to Let. It. Go.
I never weighed myself yesterday. Not because I think scales are the devil; they serve a purpose. But because I FEEL good. I am energetic. I eat mostly whole foods, with lots of vegetables, fruits, whole grains & healthy fats. My clothes fit. I am able to wog, water ski and dance. Who cares if I am up or down a pound or two, right?
So my questions to you are:
Do you use a scale regularly?
Why or why not?
How do you “measure” your success in healthy living? Or do you?