For the first time in I-don’t-know-how-long I’m quite satisfied with my size1. It has taken lots of hard work and discipline to get here and I’m pretty proud of myself for keeping at it.
I don’t usually weigh myself regularly, so when we arrived in our hotel in Melbourne earlier this month I jumped on the scale, expecting to see something between 50kg and 54kg.
I was pretty horrified to read 58kg, and it threw me into a bit of a tailspin of the ZOMG! I am getting fat type. I’m between a size 6-8 (I think that is a 2-4 in US sizes) and getting smaller would be both ludicrous and unhealthy.
Intellectually I knew my reaction was completely ridiculous, but because I can’t visualise what I look like, I had to go and take a photo of myself as reassurance that I didn’t need to start reducing calories right now!
Clearly I have some issues here I need to resolve, but there will definitely be no more jumping on any scales for me!
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1Sure I have tons of the usual jiggles, sags and wobbles of a lady my age who has lost a bunch of weight, but hey, I’ve got pretty clothes to disguise them.
OK, you know it’s a true fact that muscle weighs more than fat, so don’t panic, go with the way you feel and the way your clothes fit. I do know that disappointing feeling though. Staying off the scale is a good plan.
BTW I started doing 5-2 about six months ago and it is working really well! My weight has plateaued after an initial satisfying drop, but my clothes fit much better.
Oh I’m so pleased you’ve had success with 5:2. I think it is pretty common to plateau for a bit. I definitely have at various times over the almost-two-years we’ve been doing it.
Yes the clothes are definitely the measure!