It’s funny how some weeks you go into weigh-in convinced the scale is going to be up, only to find out it isn’t. That was the case for me this week.
When I stepped on the scale this morning, I weighed 270.1 pounds. That puts me right back where I was two weeks ago and down the few tenths of a pound I gained last week. It’s not a big loss, but at this point I’ll gladly take it. At least I didn’t move in the wrong direction.
This week will be a little different than normal. I’m down in Minneapolis volunteering at the KPMG Women’s PGA Championship, so my routine will be completely off. I suspect there will be more fast food than I would like, simply because of convenience and the long days at the golf course. My goal is to make the best choices I can, focus on portion control, and avoid turning one meal into an excuse for an entire day of poor eating.
During the tournament days, I’ll probably eat some meals at the course and make a stop at a grocery store to pick up a few basics. Peanut butter sandwiches may become a staple this week. They’re simple, affordable, and better than a lot of the alternatives I could be grabbing on the run.
The good news is that I should get plenty of exercise. Walking a championship golf course for several days in a row adds up to a lot of steps, and I expect I’ll be on my feet most of the day. While it may not replace my regular gym workouts, it certainly won’t hurt.
Because I’ll be away, I won’t have my normal Sunday weigh-in next weekend. Instead, I plan to step on the scale on Wednesday, July 1, and see where I stand on my journey to 230 pounds.
Looking back at June, it’s obvious that I haven’t made the progress I hoped for. My original goal was to lose about 1.5 pounds per week, but the reality is that my weight has essentially stayed the same throughout the month. Rather than getting discouraged, I think it might be time to adjust my focus.
Instead of concentrating on 230 pounds right now, I’m considering making 240 pounds my next major milestone. If I can average five pounds per month over the next six months, that would put me right around 240 pounds by the end of the year. That feels challenging, but also realistic.
More importantly, I’m reminding myself that I probably need to focus less on the outcome and more on the process. The scale is only the scoreboard. The real work happens every day through better food choices, portion control, consistent workouts, and staying active. If I can stay committed to those habits, eventually the number on the scale will take care of itself.
For now, the goal remains simple: make good decisions this week, enjoy the experience of being at a major championship, and keep moving forward one day at a time.