I am not a slave to the scale by any means, but there are times when it becomes necessary to see where I stand as far as my weight is concerned. That time specifically is when training begins for our meets. For competitive reasons, I like to see what weight class I will be in, or would like to be in. Every meet I have competed in, with the exception of one, I have been in the same weight class. However, that exception happened a couple of meets ago when I competed in a weight class higher than what I wanted, and to say that this messed with my head would be an understatement. From the moment I stepped on the scale at that meet and saw those numbers, it changed everything.
As women, our relationship with the scale is complicated at best and this was most clear to me the other day during a conversation with a good friend of mine. A few months ago she started working with a trainer and has felt pretty good about how she looks and feels. But she started wondering if those silly little numbers on the scale had changed. A funny thing happened when she decided to step on the scale; the number didn’t reflect what she thought it should based on how happy she is with her results. All those happy feelings she was having went away and she was left feeling defeated; like everything she was doing was for nothing. Why? Why would someone let something like this stupid scale define exactly how she feels, or what her progress looks like? Then it hit me…this was my experience, not everyday, but definitely at that one meet.
Because of this, I have decided that I am going to try (and I said try) to not worry about weight class, and focus more on the goals I want to set for this meet. For our last meet in October, I had trained as usual and was focused with goals in mind. Unfortunately about a week before the meet I came down with a horrible GI bug and I did not feel back to myself until the day of the meet. To say I felt that this truly affected my meet performance is another understatement. Did I get this because I was trying to cut weight, and, therefore, didn’t compete to my potential? The list of questions could go on and on, but it’s in the past and won’t help me establish true goals, achievable competition goals and that’s where I would rather be. I am now moving forward, not being ruled by a number but rather focused on training for our meet in June.