Bear noticed there was a crack in our scale. We bought a really cheap one, so it's really not a surprise that it didn't last long. We get a new professional one. We zero it out. We are ready to go. Now, I'm thinking that maybe the reason I have hit a plateau with my old scale is because it's broken, and maybe I actually weight less.
Bear gets on the scale. It reads that he weights 30 lbs LESS. Are you kidding me? This was great for him because it gave him a boost to keep going with his own weight loss efforts. I'm all WOOOOP!
I get on the scale. It reads that I weigh 12 lbs MORE. (Insert the profanity of your choice here)
Are. you. kidding. me?!
Not only am I heavier than I thought, but I don't even know where I started from really. If the scale was that broken to read him heavier and me lighter that I have no real beginning weight. How flippin' fat was I to begin with? I don't really know, and because I don't, I don't really know how much I've actually lost. It was like all that work I did was for 0 results. Yes, I did lose weight. My clothes are more loose. People tell me they notice a difference. I get that. Here's the thing. I've been in pain for the past 3 months now training for this half marathon. I hurt all the time. It's not fun. I don't like working out; I never have. I do it because I like the results, and I want to finish this diva walk. I can't even say, "This sucks, but I've lost ____ lbs at least." I don't have that. Basically, it's starting over.
So I was mad for two weeks. Still worked out but didn't do WW or anything like that. Bear finally said what I needed to hear. "Keep going or quit. And since you're not much of a quitter, I guess you're going to keep going." So onward my friends. Starting over. Putting on those big girl panties of mine and getting on with it.