So there's this little thing called the scale...

Something happened the other day that I never thought would. For starters, as a woman I try to make it a point to not step on the scale that much to check my weight. I feel like its unhealthy to constantly be worried about the number that stares back at you. Well, after a couple months of feeling this way, I tried it out. I was shocked by what it said back to me. Matter of fact, I was a little more than shocked. I had a panic attack.

Yes, I had gained some weight. Not enough to where my clothes didn't necessarily fit, but still. In my early 20's I had my weight in check and pretty much knew what it was during certain times of the day. The problem with that is I was becoming obsessive about it. I was never happy with what it said, I always wanted it to be lower. It was never good enough. Mind you, I've always been an avid fitness fanatic. I still keep a routine of usually working out five days a week or more, and I've always worked with a personal trainer just to motivate me and make me do things I'd normally slack on a little. I know how to eat healthy and usually do.

So why the "sudden" increase on the scale?

 

 

This is where it gets a little foreign to me. I'm going to have to go with age. I realize that 24 is still very young, but it's not young enough to have a decrease in metabolism from my teenage years and early 20s. And this is what makes my stomach churn. We women want nothing more than to be healthy, and happy, and look good while we're at it. It's a sinking feeling knowing no matter how hard you try, as you get older you have to change a lot of things with your diet and exercise routine to see the results you used to see. I used to be able to get away with chocolate and Snickers bars and beer and wine and vodka and whatever else you want to throw in there. Now? Maybe not so much.

 

So now what?

 

 

Now that I have calmed down, I understand that it's going to be a little tougher from here on out. Perhaps that glass or two of wine a night is now going to have be changed to once a month. Or better yet, maybe every couple of months. I'm going to have to watch what I eat more closely now, always substituting for the healthiest options..and if I have to have a soda now, it's going to be diet. (I used to absolutely hate the thought of diet soda..My thought was if you're going to drink a soda..DRINK A SODA!) And absolutely no excuse to skip a work out.

 

 

After all, I guess the biggest motivator is the scale....