Last year I was at my lowest weight in like forever... down to a size 6 jeans from a size 16 in 2014. I was feeling great... seeing muscles in my stomach I never thought I'd see. Then I began birth control... enter a 15 pound spike in my weight. Total momentum killer. I was angry. I was frustrated. And nothing I did seemed to matter. I began to let my eating slowly slip back into bad habits. Soda more than once a day. El Charros on Fridays. Something else on Saturdays. DQ Blizzards.
My workouts never slipped. But the nutrition plays a bigger role and I was actively undoing all my hard work on the regular. Something had to give. I committed to 22 Minute Hard Corps in March and stuck with it. I was better about nutrition but still had my treats and Friday nights out. My weight did not budge. But my pants began to fit better... weird.
I decided to follow 22 Minute Hard Corps with 21 Day Fix Extreme and then P90x3. And one day, I looked in the mirror and saw a different body than the one I was beginning to hate last winter.
Scale was the same. Same pants size. But a different body. I was building muscle. Thank goodness I didn't give up. Thank goodness I had the support of an online fitness community. Thank goodness I was reading and listening to personal development. Thank goodness I was working out for more than just that red glowing number.
I am the same weight basically in the second and fourth pictures. I weigh less in the 3rd. But I'd take the fourth pic any day. The scale doesn't measure progress in a way that we think it does. It doesn't tease out fat versus muscle. It just doesn't.
Do it for the right reasons and the scale won't matter. Do it for the right reasons and the progress will show.
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