My "girlie" moment

My morning routine as it relates to P90X is always the same, get up, take a whiz, weigh myself, shower, eat and go to work. Not much to it though the weighing and the eating were steps I never had to deal with before. When you a snooze button junkie like I am, the act of eating breakfast in the morning really screws up your pace. The weighing doesn't take long, but it's something that I have to think to do, can't autopilot it since you actually have to read and remember the numbers.

This morning I got to the weigh myself part and had a bit of a surprise. When we started this adventure I weighed in at 212lbs. This morning the scale shouted back at me 191.4 which was awesome, it would have put me past the 20lbs off mark. I actually looked twice because having gotten accustomed to dropping a half pound or so every few days since week three, this drop would've be 3.2lbs since yesterday, a hell of a downward surge.

I stepped off the scale and the digits turned to the letters reading ERR. This signaled that the scale is off balance and needs to be reset. It's a simple matter that only takes about 5 seconds, but I knew immediately that my last reading was now suspect. I fixed the scale and stepped back on and the display kicked back 193.4. A net gain of 2lbs in 10 seconds. I was bummed.

Then it hit, me, WTF?! I call this my girlie moment not to be rude, I realize it's a pretty sexist comment, but you simply don't hear men concerning themselves with weight in such minute amounts. You can see women talking about weight loss and diet on shows like Oprah and Tyra Banks where they encourage each other and are thrilled over the three pounds they lost in the first week and the two pounds the next of their new workout/diet/activity/etc.

Walking into a meeting or down the hallway at work you'll never hear "Looking good, Billy Ray!" -- "Feeling good, Louis! Dropped two pounds last week!"

When men talk about losing (or gaining or lifting, pushing or pulling) weight it's always in mass quantities (and usually multiplied by some random number between 1 and 5, for effect). "Dropped 35 pounds with the new workout" or "I'm looking to put on 15 by the start of slow-pitch softball baseball season". Certainly anything less than a 10 pound variance isn't worth mentioning and two pounds, hell, two pounds is a decent whiz, right?!

Now it's not like I'm walking around with my head hung low over two pounds but I did feel a little bummed and I can't help but make fun of myself a little for it.

Now, Tyra would tell me (I'm sure) "Chin up, man! You still dropped another pound AND you're almost at the 20 off mark in only a little over 5 weeks. You look good, you feel good. By the way, you really need a new belt. Don't worry, keep it up and tell all the naysayers they can kiss your ass!"

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