I don’t know how much I weigh. I mean, I have a general idea, but I don’t own a scale, so I only ever get weighed at the doctor or if I step on the scale when I’m using a friend’s bathroom. But yesterday I was alone in the gym locker room, so I decided to use the scale in the corner.
The number was much higher than I expected. How is that possible? I know my diet hasn’t been great lately. I haven’t felt like cooking in my already-hot apartment, so I do a lot of frozen dinners from Trader Joe’s and grab a slice downstairs once or twice a week. I also have a habit of calling hummus and pita chips dinner. But I’ve been bringing salads for lunch most days. I haven’t stopped at the bagel cart in months.
Plus, I’ve been working out a lot. I’ve been cramming boot camp sessions (my toughest workout) in my schedule. I feel strong and fit. Even Carlos commented last time I saw him. “Baby, you’re looking so fit!” (Have I mentioned I love him?)
So, how am I up a good 10 pounds?!
This Shape article made me feel better. I have been drinking a ton of water and maybe I’m swapping fat for muscle.
But I keep having flashbacks to the trainer I worked out with when I first joined the gym. He took my friend’s and my measurements. He said we were both in the “normal” zone, but a step away from overweight. Granted, “overweight” is one step above “normal” on the scale, which also means we’re one step from “fit,” if we go the other way. I don’t remember him telling us where in the “normal” zone we fell.
I’m trying not to get too hung up on this. I know BMI and weight don’t tell the full story of a person’s fitness. I was just hoping the numbers would validate how I’ve been feeling.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.