I’m officially 12 weeks into my tirzepatide journey.
Since starting in May, I’ve lost 6 pounds. And since I really started paying attention to my weight again when I recommitted to strength training in May, I’m down 11.8 pounds total.
Would I have expected that number to be a little bigger by now? Yep. But I’m choosing to be happy with the progress instead of letting the scale decide whether or not what I’m doing is working.
Because there are some other numbers that matter too.
I’ve taken a full minute off my mile time over the last couple of months.
I’m steadily lifting heavier and getting stronger week after week.
And maybe the biggest shift: I’m starting to care less about what number I see on the scale and more about being able to see the muscles I’ve been working so hard to build.
I know there may be people who hear me say that and think, Of course the scale doesn’t matter to her right now—it’s not moving very fast. Wait until she loses a bunch of weight and suddenly it will matter again.
I understand why someone might think that. But I also know that isn’t where this is coming from.
My relationship with the scale has been changing for a long time. I simply got tired of battling my body based on one number. Tired of letting a number in the morning determine whether I felt successful or frustrated. Tired of overlooking all the things my body was accomplishing because the scale hadn’t given me the validation I thought I needed.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to lose weight. I do. I want to lose body fat, and I know some of that will likely show up on the scale. And when it does, I’ll absolutely be happy about it.
But I don’t want that happiness to erase everything else.
I want to be stronger. I want to run faster. I want to see the muscles I’ve worked hard to build. I want my clothes to fit differently. I want to feel good in my body.
Less fat. More muscle. More strength. More speed.
The scale can be one measure of my progress.
I’m just not willing to let it be the measure anymore.
Coach Kareen 