by Kelsey Fields
Everyone has that magical number. A number in your head that represents you at your perfect weight. A weight that can rock a bikini with zero rolls. A weight that you easily maintained when you were childless, running on caffeine, hiking from one end of your college campus to the other. A weight that is only achievable after a week with the stomach flu…
148: That was my magical number. It’s the number I was at right before I had Micky. I was strong, lean, fit, and content. I could do push-up after push-up and run a mile in the 6 minute range. Naturally, after I gave birth to Micky my goal was to get back there, but be even better. I wanted to prove that having two babies was not an excuse to let myself go.
155: That’s my number now, a year and a half after my second son. Guess what? I can run just as fast (faster even, I achieved a PR in a half-marathon race this year), log just as many miles, and do just as many push-ups as I could when I was 148. I fit in all my pre-baby pants and shirts, even those skinny jeans that I bought at American Eagle that should probably only be worn by 16 year-olds. I have the bloodwork of an olympian. Okay I don’t know what their cholesterol and blood sugar levels are, but if I had to guess…pretttttyyyyy comparable.
So why is it that when I step on my scale for our weekly date I always walk away disappointed? Why is it when I look in the mirror I don’t see all of these wonderful muscles I’ve worked so hard to sculpt my eyes go immediately to my cellulite on the back of my legs? I didn’t have those lumps and bumps at 148. Or what about the picture with the kids where my arms look like tree trunks. My arms were so sleek at 148. I am strong, but not as strong as I was at 148. I have defined muscles in my arms, back, and upper abs but not as defined as they used to be.
REALITY CHECK. IT’S SEVEN POUNDS.
First, I’m going to go all Office Space on my scale. That number on the scale does not tell you how many late nights I’ve spent rocking my babies back to sleep. That number does not tell you how I take care of our household. That number does not tell you how supportive of a wife or how loyal of a friend I am. That number doesn’t tell you how funny I think I am or how I like to bake and give it to other people so I won’t eat it all. That number sure as heck doesn’t define me.
Just because I’m not weighing myself doesn’t mean I am giving up on my health and fitness ambitions. They may not be defined by a 148 on the scale anymore, but I am keeping track in other ways. Here’s how:
- Try to fit into an old pair of jeans. I have a pair from my freshman year of college that I always use as a gauge. I know once I can get those buttoned I’ve made serious progress. But once that muffin top is gone…well that’s the cherry on top.
- Keep track of inches lost. Buy yourself a measuring tape and keep monthly measurements of your arms, thighs, and waist. A lot of times you’ll lose inches before you lose weight so that’s just the motivation you need.
- Perform a fitness test once a month. Every month see how many push-ups, burpees, and sit-ups you can do it a minute. Also time your mile. Each month you should try to do more reps or each exercise and decrease your mile time.
- Go to the doctor and get blood labs done every 6 months-a year. Keep track of your cholesterol and blood sugar to ensure your diet is in check.
If you are healthy and loving life with your family, forget about that silly number and focus on how you feel! After all, it is just a number.
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Kelsey is a stay-at-home mom and just recently completed her degree in elementary education. She is a Beachbody certified Insanity instructor, avid runner and yoga enthusiast.
When she is not working out, you will find her cheering on the Denver Broncos, substitute teaching and spending time with her family. She is wife to Blake and mom to busy 2 year-old son Max and soon to be one-year-old, Mick.