(photo from the patriots event)
I found a post on Breakingmuscle.com About a woman’s ideas on her varied weight. The article starts with the author explaining that she never had a scale in her house, by chance, she ended up weighing herself while baby sitting for a neighbour. “103” popped up on the scale. At 12 years old and having broken 100 pounds she was mortified. she expands how through her life her ideas on how she feels about her weight has changed.
So how did I get from being horrified at weighing 103 to being unafraid to tell other people I weigh 144? Those 31lbs – and sixteen years – have not been an easy or a short journey, but I have athletics to thank for the transformation. As an adolescent I thought I had inherited, and was therefore cursed with, my family’s thunder thighs. Now as an adult, and an athlete, I think, “You wish you had these quads.” (Okay, maybe not quite like that. Not quite. (Maybe a little.)
But one of the biggest things about this transformation, for me and the people around me – both clients and friends – is not so much that working out makes you confident or that training changes your body – it’s that people don’t even know what 135lbs looks like anyway. Since I first got heavily involved in martial arts and CrossFit, any time my weight has come up in conversation, which of course it does in competitive sports, no one has ever believed me. People consistently think I weigh about 10lbs less than I actually do.
Remember, weight is just a number. It doesn’t measure who you are and what you can accomplish.