This last few weeks has been a bit of a struggle for me.
Not physically, just mentally.
The last 10 months has been so much about seeing the numbers going down on the scales, that wrapping my head around the idea of maintenance and not expecting losses is something I'm still getting the hang of.
I've lost a few kilos in the past month or so, but not quite as many as I'd hoped.
I KNOW I'm at goal, I KNOW I'm wearing size 8 jeans, but I had a number in my head that I wanted and I'm still about 2kg away from it, but it seems my body is telling me it's just time to tone and work on my muscles now.
So as a result, I guess I've been feeling a little deflated - I've put so much stock in that number that it has been feeling a little like all of the hard work I'm putting in isn't counting for anything anymore.
Then yesterday I was at the gym and I was doing my dumbell flys when I sat up and caught my reflection...
I actually looked behind me in confusion.
Who the hell is that long, lean, thin, strong girl?!
I did a double take on my own reflection.
I've spent so much time looking at the number on the scales that I forgot to actually look at and listen to my body.
And what I saw in the gym mirror yesterday (apart from the reflection of others looking at me like I was the epitome of vanity) is that my body is reacting pretty well to my training, it seems to be happy with the direction I'm sending it in, despite not dropping kilos, all of those crunches and squats and lunges (oh god the lunges!) and kettlebell swings ARE paying off.
And let's be honest, that's not to say that I'm not going to throw a bit of a tantrum when I go for my weekly weigh in and I don't see what I want to see, but I'm slowly getting my head around looking for all of the other wins that come with this new lifestyle.
And there are SO many of them!