Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Weigh-In

I have to say I'm a little disappointed with this week's WI. I lost 1.6 lbs, which at most times would be commendable. I just feel like I put in more effort than that. I've been working out for 9 straight days. I've been OP food-wise for at least the last 7 days. And 1.6 in a week where everything as ostensibly been as on-plan as I can muster? It's just a little frustrating.

I know that 1.6 is still a great start. That this is a marathon, not a sprint. That it's better to lose anything than to gain, which is, in reality, what I would otherwise be doing right now. I know I am building muscle mass through exercise and that I could be getting leaner, just not lighter, at the moment. I am revving up my metabolism to carry me through my future weeks.

I know all of this. I know I am doing wonderful things for myself by continuing. I just still feel a little cheated. I need to tone down the importance I'm putting on the scale number and be happy about the other things I've noticed - my ability to do push-ups. The little shadows along the sides of my midsection which tell me there are muscles under there somewhere. The fact that my cravings for junk are far less overwhelming now than they were a week ago.

I may be a little disappointed, but in no way am I giving up. I'll take that 1.6 lbs and keep moving forward. I have no choice, really.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Giving In... Blogging It Up

Okay, I admit, I kind of miss blogging. My last one is being left in the dirt. I'm very much a "forget the past, move forward" kind of person - Yes, I've made umpteen stabs at losing my extra weight and yes, each of those attempts have ended in some degree of regain or I wouldn't be here, yet again. But you know, that doesn't matter. I've learned a lot. Every attempt teaches me something new about myself, something I can carry forward and use to inform my present travails. My failure to maintain doesn't define me, but rather my willingness to try again. No matter what happens, I will always come back.

I started this my current (and final?) journey towards a healthy weight on January 5, 2010. I weighed in at 206.2 lbs. I would like to see 150 on the scale just once in my life... The 140s would probably treat me well too. I am not going to say what my final goal is right now. How can I know? I haven't weighed that little since puberty. I don't know what it will look like on me, or how I will feel at those weights, so I will leave final goal-making up to a later date.

For now, we focus on leaving the 200s behind again.

Off to a good start! My WI this morning for Week 1 was 203.0, or a loss of 3.2 lbs. Hurray! Just need another one of those weeks and I'll be back out of the 200's.

About my plan:

I'm a former meeting-attending Weight Watcher, and I find it hard to leave WW habits behind. I briefly tried my hand at calorie counting but as always the numbers are daunting. I much prefer the simplistic Points system which only takes into account calories, fat, and fiber. I find it easy to eat a healthy balance of foods while counting Points, and I am not intimidated by the system as it is so familiar. So I am tracking my food and counting my Points but not attending meetings or using their online tools. I'm also back to walking 2 miles a day (to and from work total). Sometimes I'm a lunch-walker, sometimes I'm a living room-exerciser, sometimes I just do push ups and sit ups and planks on the floor before bed. Whatever works, right?