There a few things that I hate more than stepping on the scale. It's so nerve-racking to focus all of your energy on losing weight, only to depend on a silly scale to tell you whether or not you have.
And this week, I was really, really, really nervous to weigh myself.
I wasn't afraid that I had gained any weight, because I knew that there was no way that this could have happened, but I was fearful that I hadn't lost any weight...again. I worked extra hard this past week to get myself back on track after my spring break by sticking to my diet and exercising every day, if not twice a day, and I was hoping that this hard work would show through on the scale.
But yet again, I am not seeing the results that I'd like to see. While I didn't gain any weight this week, I only lost another .5 pounds, bringing my total weight loss to 8 pounds and my current weight to 151 pounds.
Even though these results aren't ideal, I have to remind myself that losing only a little bit of weight each week is better than gaining weight. This is a slow, but continuous journey that I have embarked upon, and I can't get down on myself for not losing crazy amounts of weight each week. As I've learned so often in the past, slow and steady really does win the race, and I have plenty of time to still get down to my goal weight of 140 pounds.
Additionally, I've always been one to focus more on how I'm looking and feeling to tell me whether or not I'm losing weight, (like I said, I HATE weighing myself) and right now, I'm feeling great! Really great. Eight pounds may seem like a small number to most, but to me, I've really starting to notice the difference that 8 less pounds is making on my body.
So while this week may not have been very successful as far as the scale is concerned, I'd say that it has been a personal victory for myself: I'm finally starting to see a difference, and I couldn't be more excited to lose more weight and see even bigger body changes in the future.