"The more I get invested in working out, the less I'm interested in an actual number on the scale." I left this as part of my comments on Lori's blog last week, and as I wrote it, I had an epiphany.
Let me explain. After four weeks of workouts, I can feel some muscle definition, albeit through a layer of fat, but hey, it's there! And I'm getting stronger. Case in point...I did the plank hold for 30 seconds my first week, 35 seconds my second week and one full minute my third week. When I questioned Brad on the one minute (as in..."Are you crazy? I can't almost double my time!"), he said very matter-of-fact "Yes you can - you're stronger now." So I did it. In fact, just about everything that Brad or Linda or Will have asked me to do I've inwardly thought "I can't do that" but I've tried and yes, have been successful!
Now, my form is not always pretty - when Linda finally made me stop holding onto the side rails while walking on the treadmill, I was weaving like a drunk - but I've made peace with the klutz that I am. And I'm not worried anymore about how I look. Hey, I'm working out! And if you knew the old me, you would realize just how amazing this is.
I feel good...I'm over the massive soreness and now am just experiencing regular soreness (woot!). I've even added a third day of workouts, which makes me feel like Superwoman! My clothes are really loose (hence the new jeans) and I'm enjoying my days - I have absolutely no guilt anymore about sitting on the couch and reading a book - after all, I've worked out! Mary Lou (my platform) is staying in my closet, and I just don't have a lot of interest in hearing what she has to say right now, however pleasant she may be. I'm seeing the results of my hard work, and that's enough for me.