A day last year when I was feeling fit…sigh
I love it when I fall into a comfy little gym routine. You know…the type of situation where you look up and suddenly you’re in the gym every other day or so – sometimes everyday. Next thing you know, my diet falls into place and I’m having the perfect blend of well-balanced, healthy meals, and its even more awesome. Then I want to get enough sleep. I want to take care of my skin, dress better, smell better, be more wholesome. There’s only one problem.
Why the F&#$ am I gaining weight???
I may not be the only person that gets these ass-backwards results so I thought I would talk about it and what I’m doing to help the situation.I set myself up for it almost every time. Just when I feel like I’m being consistent and there’s nothing that can stop me, I figure it’s way too good to be true and I need something demoralizing like a higher number on the scale or proof that my legs really have gotten bigger.
Here’s an email that I’ve been sending myself for the last couple of years, where I record my measurements. There are 3 measurements (in inches): my waist, my hips, and my thigh. The first email is from 2012, then 2013, 2014, and 2015…various months of the year, but still a good visual of my size in a given year.
Just can’t seem to get my hips out of the 40’s but that’s a whole separate issue.
See how the numbers went up from 2014 to 2015 (the last two entries)? An inch and a half on my waist and hips? An inch on my thigh? Why??? By the way, I only measure my waist and lower body as those are my problem areas. I would probably actually see some progress on my upper body, and maybe that could motivate me – but of course, I love to do things the hard way.
But muscle is more dense than fat and “weighs” more
Lies. I mean, not total lies, but it’s not something you can’t tell yourself when you actually measure yourself instead of stepping on the scale. I purposely try not to weigh myself because I really do believe this theory to be true, and I want to eliminate all potential of erroneous data. I can’t really pass this one off to some “it’s not you, it’s the device” theory. Nope, in this case, I’ve just put on more weight.
So what now?
Well, there are other legitimate reasons outside of resigning to the fact that I put on more weight.
One idea is that I’m measuring myself much too soon after committing to a consistent workout routine. The truth is, I go through some pretty frequent periods throughout the year where I sort of…um…take a break. You may have seen me talk about the need for an “off season” in previous posts. Well, clearly I’m a girl that practices what she preaches. However, it’s probably not as good to take off every other month!
I have excuses too. This year has been crazy. Between a move across the country, new job, and new environment, I still haven’t found a great rhythm as it concerns my health. So, I go on these breaks and my body (being the efficient vessel that it is) adjusts accordingly, and finds a way to fight off the weight without me ever working out. Sounds great, but then I throw it all off again once I start exercising again. It’s like a reverse-rebound effect where I get more weight when I’m actually healthier instead of the other way around. It sounds like a dream come true, but I actually love the other great effects of working out, so it’s not so great.
Mankofit is an inspiring before/after example. She was super skinny before and weighed less too. Now she has a lot more muscle, is noticeably thicker and looks amazing.
Maybe I’m fighting against what’s natural?
Another thought is that I’m just supposed to be a little thicker, at least initially. When you work out, particularly if you’re lifting weights, you add muscle. The dream is to lose weight and gain muscle at the same time, but it’s actually really hard to strike that balance – some might even call it highly improbable. It’s sort of like spending and saving. Talking and listening. Singing and dancing. You get it – you can two things at the same time, but it’s so much better when you just do one thing at once. I feel like I can outsmart the system and do both. Turns out that just may not be the case.
Ok…so now what?
Mission #1 for my fitness goals is to get myself back on track and be consistent. Funny thing is, I think that’s my current goal with everything in life: this site, my career goals, and definitely my health. Consistency is the most natural path to to results. There’s no doubt in my mind that working out will continue to make me look and feel more amazing, despite what the day-to-day numbers say. Also, if I’m feeling good about my workouts (which, I must say, I’m feeling awesome about my current bout of consistency) then it has to lead to something amazing.
In situations like this, it’s also better for me to not measure myself as consistently. I’ve vowed not to step on a scale or measure myself for the rest of the year. This may not be the solution for everyone, but in a situation like mine, where I get persuaded (and not in a good way) by the numbers, I need to leave the numbers alone.
So it’s a simple solution: stay consistent and continue to experience the benefits of working out.
In the meantime, let me burn this stupid tape measure.