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The Scale Is Just A Number

Oh... don't think this is over... 

So, if you've been around, then you know I've been doing the biggest loser / get fit challenge at the local gym. (This Journey Called Weight Loss)

And this week is the final weigh in...I still have 2 more days to weigh in, but I have the humdinger trail race this weekend and I think it's time that I shifted my focus.

I've held 3rd place for the entire challenge and then this week I fell out of 3rd place. Part of me wants to super low ball the calories, ramp up the cardio, drink a lot of water and see if I can drop a pound or two.

But I have my first race of 2016 in 2 days and although the challenge ends this week, this journey doesn't. 

I have lost 9lbs. I'm 5-7lbs away from my goal. But I'm going to need nutrition and energy for the race this weekend. 

I'm also ready to shift my focus away from the number on the scale, cause to me truly  that's all it is - a number - to putting on some muscle mass - upping my metabolism with more muscle mass. 

I'm ready to rock some tanks this summer. 

This biggest loser challenge has taught me so much. 

I can have my treats (in moderation) and lose weight too. I'm stronger inside and out than I have ever been. 

I have lost some weight, but I have gained so much more. 

My journey is truly just beginning... so stay tuned...

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  1. Nice job! I don't own a scale. I think the numbers would mess with me...

  2. Oh that's a tough choice! I think I would choose race well over the scale. That said I'm battling the scale too :(


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