She explained her past eating habits were dependent on what number she saw on the scale in the morning. I encouraged her and made a comment that it can often be mentally tough when we are getting healthy and "the numbers" don't match up to what our idea of healthy is. As we parted ways I thought about my comment and wondered if I truly took it to heart.
THAT EVENING, after a week of vacation I jumped on the scale ~ 7 pounds OVER where I was when I left. Discouraged, disappointed, not understanding how this could be, I lay in bed waiting for morning so I could get out and run....
Morning came and my run was plain AWEFUL!
-Beating myself up the entire run, certain my struggle was because of the 7 pounds.
-Gasping for air, I ONLY ran 2 miles.
-My goal had been to run a solid 4 miles-disappointed AGAIN.
-My pace was a pitiful 10.35min miles.
-Current runs have been around 9.28min miles-disappointed AGAIN.
Numbers floated around and around in my head...
As I stepped on the scale later that morning-to my surprise I weighed in 2 pounds lighter than my pre-vacation weigh in, and it was then that I realized I was giving the numbers much more power than they actually had.
As a runner, I often allow the numbers to rule. Be it my mileage, my weight, my pace, etc. The joy I feel while running is diminished when I let the numbers rule.
Today (in 100degree weather) I chose to ignore the numbers and just run. It was an 8.3mile run that I enjoyed from start to finish!
P.S. The numbers will always be there~it's my choice to let them make or break me!