The scale. You either love it or hate it.
A few years ago I was in the doctor’s office yelling at the nurse that their scale was wrong. “There is NO WAY I weigh that much!!” I shouted. The doctor came in and said “Kenya, what is going on?” I said, “your scales are broken” to which he replied, “I don’t think they are”. The moral of the story was, I had put on weight.
In 2012, I had ankle surgery, which had me out of commission for a bit and I just was not paying attention to what I was eating. Sure, my clothes were a little tighter and but I did not think anything of it, at first. But, then I had that infamous doctors appointment. So, I hired a personal trainer, got back into the gym and started eating better. The problem is, as I was doing all of this, I was constantly checking the scale. Everyday I would see if it went down, and if it did not, I was disappointed, maybe even added a few more minutes to my workout to see if that would help. It became a bit of an obsession and was not really helping me feel better about myself.
I was tiny as a toddler. My legs were so skinny that tights were baggy on me. I remember my mom telling me that the doctors once asked her if she was feeding me properly. Then, I started to grow and no one ever called me tiny again. You see, my father Bruce (RIP buddy!!), was 6’ 5” and about 250lbs on a good day. My mom is average height and weight…she may even be slightly petite. And of course, I got ALL of my stature from my dad. I have a very athletic build, I always have…probably always will, God willing. I am 5’9” and most people think I weight about 20lbs less than what I actually do. For the record, I weigh around 175lbs (how many of you cringed at the fact that I put my weight out there for all to see??!!) and I am not ashamed to tell you all because…I AM STRONG! Being my height and weight has allowed me to excel in sports like, tennis, downhill skiing (I was a racer when I was younger!), basketball and track (running and field events). I can carry an obscene amount of grocery bags all at once, I can open a jar of pickles without help and I have Michelle Obama biceps. Live is good when you are strong!
I was feeling a bit blah in January and knew I needed to kick my workouts back into high gear in order to feel better. I also knew I needed to do some sort of strength training but did not know how to do it properly. I would go to the gym, do 20 biceps curls, maybe 10 push-ups and be like “you’re good!” So, I started working out at Queen City Crossfit (http://www.queencitycrossfit.com/) in Cincinnati, OH. It was so great to see such strong, beautiful and confident women who encouraged me to “keep going” during tough workouts. I also now take amazing spinning classes at Define Body & Mind (http://oakley.definebody.com/) in Oakley, a neighborhood of Cincinnati, OH. This 45-minute rhythm based spin class will kick your butt, make you sweat and have you jamming along to awesome tunes. With swimsuit season right around the corner, I am ready and could care less what that scale says.
I am no longer obsessed with the number on the scale because I know I am healthy. Even though the number on the scale now, is not as low as it was at the end of my diet 3 years ago, I actually look and feel better (I don’t care what anyone else thinks!). But, if you are one of those people who check the scale daily, that is ok…just make sure you love yourself no matter what!