I was checking out a list of blogs I follow over the weekend and happened upon an update of The Wild Mind’s New Year’s Resolutions. Her measuring and weighing got me to thinking. I do not bring out the measuring tape ever! I do weigh myself about once a month and it was time.
Back in October of 2007, shortly after starting to run, I wrote about measuring progress. Looking back, I have come a long way since then.
I can no longer wear three of my bracelets that I always have on when I run. They fall off. As a matter of fact, I found one on the kitchen floor Sunday. It had fallen off while I was doing dishes. I have shirts that I have only owned a year that do not fit properly any longer. These are the ways I measure day to day progress.
My miles are increasing while my times are decreasing – as a general rule. Another way to measure what progress I make.
Then, I did the one thing I have always hated. I stepped on the scales. I have always, even at my skinniest in college, had a love-hate relationship with scales. This relationship continues to this very day. Yet, once a month, whether I need the re-enforcement or not, I get on them.
Well, this past weekend was the month and on the scales I hopped. When I started getting fit, the goal was not inches or pounds, it was to be fit. I feel fit now and am probably in the best shape since I was in college. Unfortunately, I have always, in the back of my mind, wanted to get back to what I weighed before I had my first child. This is not an uncommon weight for a woman of my height and build. It would not make me skinny. It is just a number. At one point in my past, I weighed almost 80 pounds more than that number. Now, I am less than 25 pounds away from it.
I am not going to starve myself. I am not going to obsess over my running. I am going to continue to live and run and eat and lose hopefully.
Did you make resolutions? How do you measure success in your resolutions?