Every Tuesday, our leader Dee opens our Weight Watchers meetings the same way:
"Do we have any scale or nonscale victories to celebrate?"
Scale victories are obvious. My fellow members will say "I got rid of 2.5 pounds this week." And we all cheer and clap. Scale victories are awesome.
Nonscale victories take on a wide range. "I worked out every day last week." "I avoided the tortilla chips when I ate at a Mexican restaurant." "I got into a smaller size." Nonscale victories can be awesome, too.
Quite frankly, it's been a while since I've had a scale victory. And lately, it's been difficult to find my nonscale victories, too. So when I'm feeling like this, I try to remember how far I've come. Here's something that recently reminded me of that.
The best part about my older apartment complex is the pool. It's a lovely, two-story, lagoon-style pool with waterfalls and a little island in the middle. I remember when I first moved in, thinking how nice it would be if I felt comfortable enough to hang out there during the summer.
I spent a little time there last summer, always on the lookout for the place where I'd be most hidden. I'd certainly never get chatty with anyone. And I'm a chatty person.
This year, though, as soon as the weather was warm enough, I was out there. Talking to people, meeting my neighbors. A few weeks ago, I spent two hours talking to a guy and we exchanged numbers to hang out for future pool time. No, it wasn't like THAT (don't get excited), but it made me think of how much I tried to hide myself before. And how much more true to myself I am by not hiding.
|On the beach during Memorial Day weekend. Yeah, I'm posting a bathing suit picture. I'm calling that a nonscale victory.|
And I'd say that's a nonscale victory. Right?
I know I've been sporadic at best. Thank you to those of you who have checked in on me. While I know I've said it before, I promise to be better about blogging. From now on, twice a week. No exceptions. Hold me to that, OK?