I’m starting to really look forward to Wednesdays, guys. I’ve kept this State of the Weight thing up for 2 months now and the results? They are a showing.
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This morning I weigh 203 pounds. This is how much I weighed on the day I found out I was pregnant with Emma.
I cheated and weighed on Saturday and the scale said 203 then, but then I cheated-cheated over the weekend and I was certain I wouldn’t be at 203 when I stepped on the scale this morning and then there it was: 203.
I’ve lost a total of 17 pounds and I’m over half way to my 31 for 31 goal!
My clothes continue to be too big, at least my shorts/pants do. And even though I don’t think other people can tell I’m losing weight, I can feel the difference in my midsection. I know “they” say that it takes other people three months to notice a difference, and since the only people I see with any sort of frequency are Dan, the kids, and the sitter, I guess I shouldn’t really expect other people to notice.
I notice. That’s what matters. And I’m…shocked by it. Excited? All of the above, actually. That’s what I am. This is the first time since 2006 that I have been successful with weight loss and I know it’s because I’m not expecting it to happen over night.
I mean, I lost a pound or 5 a time or two, but for the most part, any time I tried to lose weight or get more healthy, it felt like life sabotage me. Or, more accurately, like I let life sabotage me.
Some of my trouble with weight loss in those years was no doubt related to being on birth control and having out of control PCOS. I’m sure of that. But some of it was that I think I wasn’t in the place mentally where I could stick to it. And now I’m in that place.
I kind of like it here. For the first time in my weight loss life, I feel like I have patience with this.
So, let’s talk about the week, shall we? Because it was a rough one, probably one of the roughest I’ve had yet.
Both kids were sick with hand, foot, and mouth disease and Emma had croup. TWO sick kids. Even one sick kid means no going to the gym until after Dan gets home, but two sick kids means that at the end of the day, I’m twice as exhausted as normal because having two sick kids is, well, twice as exhausting.
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(Oddly, Emma slept through the night twice while sick. Which was nice for me but also terrifying. The first time your kid sleeps all night long you wake up terrified. Refreshed and terrified.)
HFMD is a nightmare. It hurts them. It itches. It burns. They run fevers. They get blisters. There’s nothing you can do for it except dose with Motrin and hope for the best. Add in the croup cough and suddenly you’re listening for your kid’s labored breathing at 3:00 in the morning.
Not my finest week for fitness. I think I made it to the gym three times. And my plan to work out at home failed again, so I’m abandoning ship on that and just going for it on the machines at the gym.
When I was there on Saturday, the place was deserted, likely because, hello, it was Saturday. Everyone was outside at the pool. Except me. So I know there are times when I can go and use the machines and be still sort of alone.
Gah. I don’t know why this intimidates me so much. But just do it, right? Right.
As for food, I know that I continue to use food as a stress-relieving tactic. And also as a shared interest Dan and I have. The two of us love to cook. We love good food. And good food isn’t always good for our waistlines. We’re splurging on weekends and I’m in this safe zone of still losing while splurging and eventually that’s not going to work anymore.
I remind myself that one day of meals isn’t going to set me all the way back, but one day of bad meals coupled with sick kids coupled with stress from sick kids coupled with being tired and worried and tired and BAM. One day of bad meals turns into three days of bad meals and that turns into guilt and gluttony and “well, if I’ve already bombed it…”
I want to divest myself of the emotional connection I have to food. I don’t exactly know how to achieve that, but I want to see food as fuel and not comfort.
I can cheat on a special occasion. I can’t cheat because it’s Tuesday. (Unless a special occasion falls on a Tuesday…)
Personal goal: Use the weight machines at the gym
Weight loss goal: Lose 10 more pounds total for a grand total of 20. (3 pounds to go!)
Great job!
The hardest thing, for me, is to avoid the “if I’ve already blown it…” spiral – even now, I’m tempted to just throw it all out the window for a day when I give in to temptation.
Trying to stay focused when you have sick kids, well, it’s the worst.
My kids don’t sleep through the night, still, so I can’t tell you much about the relaxed panic there.
I had lost 45 pounds from the first of the year & few people noticed, though i work with the same people day-in & day-out. Then, all of the sudden, it was like everyone I work with asked where I had gone, because I had been replaced with a skinnier version of myself. Keep it up, people will notice — and if you’re noticing, well, that’s what really matters.
And I don’t have much to say about the trepidation to weight machines — that will ease as you become more comfortable with lifting. Just keep it up. Me? I’m focusing, a lot, on push-ups lately. Because they’re evil.
She’s only done the sleep all night thing twice in her life. Meh. She’ll get there eventually.
Ultimately, I know that as long as I notice that’s all that matters. And I do notice. So that’s all that matters. 🙂
Push-ups. Ugh. Also? Planks. They don’t seem like they should be that hard! What’s 30 seconds!!??!?!
OMG. O_O
Wahoooo! Look at you go!
Thanks!
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You are doing such a great job! I love reading these updates. Not only are you down to earth about everything, I love that you aren’t doing some crazy fad diet. Just normal, healthy small changes and look at the difference it’s making.
Also, with the weight machines: the first time I used them I thought I was going to make an ass out of myself and then everyone would know I wasn’t in shape and the hot people would run me out of the gym with torches. Nothing like that happened. I mean, I made an ass out of myself, but no one noticed. And no one cared. And then in 6 weeks, my arms looked great.
Now that damn swiss ball. That thing made me look like an ass when I fell off of it and smashed my face into the gym mirror and I did get laughed at for that.
I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to just be slow and normal about this. To make it something I can do while I still live. Like going out for special doughnuts yesterday because we were by our favorite bakery.
I’m still a lameass about the weight machines. I’ve eyeballed the row of arm equipment twice now and there’s always someone over there who looks like he knows what he’s doing and I chicken out and just keep on with my cardio. Whomp whomp.
Congratulations on the loss!
It’s funny you’re talking about the emotional tie to eating, especially when it comes to stress. The last few days have been trying over here thanks to the six week growth spurt. I’m so tired and drained I don’t want to put any effort into decent food choices. I finally caved today and made some less than stellar choices.
You’re right one bad day isn’t going to kill my efforts but I need to find other ways to alleviate stress.
Thanks! That emotional tie to food is so, so strong and hard to break. I would love to learn to break my stress BY EXERCISING, but getting to the gym every day/at the right time doesn’t always work out like that. (I can get there, but sometimes by the time I get there I just feel defeated by the day already, you know?)
Maybe I should take up knitting or something and just angry-knit some blankets.
You go girl!
Thanks, lady! How was your week?
Better… Less cheating. Finally back down to my pre-Amelia weight! Would like to lose 10 more though!