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So...
Weight...
that pesky number on the scale,
Isn't everything.
A lesson so many of us women need to learn.
In 2011 I was at my lowest weight "ever", but it was exhausting and all consuming. I weighed XX. A number I thought was "acceptable" A number that would no longer label me as 'fat".
Everyday was a challenge.
I got on the scale in the morning, when I can home from work, before I went to bed, and any other time I walked near it. The number it spit out consumed me.
That number told me the value of myself as a person.
I know I'm not alone in that thought.
Today I still get on the scale.
I weigh about 15-20 more pounds than I did last year.
BUT....
My resting pulse is now in the low 60's vs high 70's
I am fitter than I was last year.
Last year I was taking blood pressure meds.
I no longer need to take blood pressure meds.
I can complete an event or training session that lasts 3-5 hours.
I am fitter than I was last year.
No longer will I let that number tell me my self worth.
Better yet, no longer will I delete pictures of myself because I'm embarrassed of how I look.
Am I thin?
Do I look like a model?
Is my weight the "right" number ?
I used to care.
I'm learning that I cannot,
No,
should not,
define myself by that number.
I am not Wendy the XXX pound Triathlete.
I am Wendy, Triathlete, Endurance Athlete.
Athlete Extrordinaire.
