Return of the Chronicles

Welcome back to The Chronicles of Jamie. I missed posting. But I learned a few things over the last few days, so it wasn’t for naught.

I wasn’t in the best headspace at the start of this week. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t me. Well, not the me now anyway. I had let in a few negative opinions, something I never expected from within this group, but it was inevitable. I didn’t let it deter me, but I did need time to think and learn from how I felt. And I did just that. Thanks to their negativity, I am even stronger now. The time away served its purpose and I’m excited to get back to posting again.

In a recent post, I had mentioned how my loss/muscle building journey was harder to see lately because my body is more “lifting” than it is sinking in. Which has been great, obviously, since that’s less extra skin I’ll have to worry about in the future and my back appreciates the pressure being lifted, but it has meant my comparison pictures haven’t been as exciting. That combined with the weight loss stall I’ve hit this past week (time to message the coaches again) has left me with less enthusiasm than I had before. I really had to step back and look at my overall. And when I do that, it’s easy to feel motivated again.

Every week is not going to look the same, on the scale or on our bodies, but the consistency is how we change. Just like a muscle doesn’t have noticeable growth after just a few workouts, our fat may not have noticeable loss in that time either. But there’s a process at work that requires that consistency every day. That process is worth trusting. When I look at how much less space my body is taking up these days, my enthusiasm returns. Chairs I couldn’t fit in, seatbelts that wouldn’t buckle, clothes that looked like those hair ties you’ve used a few too many times and have no elastic anymore…all of those NSVs about my body remind me each day is nothing but a paragraph in a book that spans a lifetime.

A lot of things happened over the three days I didn’t post. From a tit falling out of a bra that’s too big now, to the most embarrassing moment of my adult life, to being able to gift a very deserving friend a vacation, and lots of small victories and laughable moments in between. Too much to recount at this point. But don’t worry, I was still moving, and living, and pushing through. My daily over-sharing has resumed, friends. I hope you’ve had a great start to week 3. And if today just wasn’t your day, take a breath, sleep it off and start fresh tomorrow. New paragraph.