Day 20 this morning and I’ve run out of steam a little bit. I did something I’m totally not supposed to do during this 30-Day Challenge, I stepped on the scale.
According to Whole30 Rules, you aren’t supposed to be looking at the scale for 30 days because it’s not about your weight. It’s about your food, how you feel and focusing on overall well-being.
Blah, blah, blah. Damnit, the scale is totally a big part of it for me and for the sake of being honest I’m coming clean and saying it matters to me. It does.
When I weighed in on January 1st, it wasn’t pretty. Weeks of my mouth being a revolving door for all things wine and chocolate, I was not at my lightest weight. Still – it was at a weight I’ve seen before and I thought I would get a handle on it with my Whole30 experience.
Anyway. Fast forward to Day 18 – Wednesday morning. Without giving it an afterthought, I stepped on the scale. And I did a double-take when I saw the number. ONE POUND LESS. IN EIGHTEEN DAYS.
That’s right, one stinking measley pound less than I was on January 1st after I have not had one drop of wine, one ounce of tasty creamer for my coffee (I’m not having any coffee in fact) or any sugar.
I have not cheated at all on Whole30. Totally stuck to the plan. And I’ve been working out like my life depends on it. Last week I did 6 days of HARD workouts and this week is shaping up to be the same.
How do I feel? I feel good. I feel strong. But my pants aren’t any looser.
Hoping that the last 10-12 days will kick it into high gear. Or maybe Wednesday I was having a fat day. I dunno. But now I know why they say to NOT STEP ON THE SCALE. Because I’m discouraged but continuing to plug away.