I cannot calculate the amount of energy I have expelled obsessing about the numbers: on the scale, the calories I consume, the circumference of my hips, the number of reps lifted, the heaviness of the barbell, the miles on the treadmill, the weight lost and gained, the percentage of body-fat, the number of weeks to get to goal.
For so long these numbers have possessed a power over me; they seemed like a sentence, evidence of my success and failure, my worthiness. As though I was constituted of numbers, when really, they are just objective information about where I am, where I want to be, and the road-map to get there. I give these numbers my power.
In 10 days I have lost 2 kilos. 5 Pounds.
And I am giddy. Because it hasn’t felt like a battle, it has been about kindness and curiosity and consciousness. Instead of feeling like a constant tug of war between mind and body, I feel like I have let go of the rope.
I know the numbers don’t matter and yet they are everything.
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