I really, really, really wanted to be able to come here today and announce that I had reached another weight loss goal. I’ve been diligently working the diet and exercise the past two weeks. I thought that jumping back on the horse with such vigor would have better results. But I forgot to check my calendar (hello PMS bloat) and so my number is skewed and I am frustrated.
On the bright side though, I can tell you is that I am now under 200lbs and a little over a pound away from reaching my 30lb loss marker. Back in May I pronounced that I was done with being fat. I’m pretty sure at some point I announced my starting weight (224lbs). And here I am today saying within four months I have changed my lifestyle for the better and am (almost) thirty pounds lighter.
Can I get a hallelujah? Or a rah rah?
While I still have far to go to reach my ultimate goal of losing 80lbs, I’m trying not to fixate on the end but on the process. What works and doesn’t work for me as far as eating and working out. Here’s a list:
- Preparing food at home
- Avoiding sugars
- Limiting alcohol
- Working out a minimum of 4x a week
- Getting enough sleep
- Drinking tons of water
- Prioritizing my self-care
- Filling my life with good times and good people
Those last two might seem odd to include on a living healthy list but they are essential. When I’m filling my life with goodness, I want more goodness. Good begets good. Happy makes more happy. When I’m busy and feeling good, I want to maintain that feeling. Exercise and eating healthy give me more energy. I feel better about myself when I make smart choices. Do I sometimes wish I could eat ice cream? Fuck yeah, I do. And once in a blue moon I do. I go out for a cone with a friend and enjoy the hell out of it. Because this is my lifestyle, not a fad diet.
I can trace back my recent mini meltdown to eating sugar. Sure I was tired from lack of sleep but I also had consumed at least 6 alcohol drinks and 4 (delicious) cookies. Totally my own choice which I later regretted and, bonus!, that came back to bite me in the ass. I am a recovering sugar addict. These moments when I can connect the sugar dots are not lost on me. I don’t need to eat that stuff just because it tastes good. I love coffee but I can only drink decaf occasionally because I know it makes me feel horrible. Same for refined sugar. I am better off when I have it in moderation. SEVERE moderation. What kind of masochist would you have to be to purposely eat foods you know make you feel sick or bad? I want to love myself enough to choose me over those momentary, fleeting pleasures. Besides, there’s always sex.
Wait. Wha?! I DIGRESS.
So the journey continues and along the way, much learning. When I hit my halfway mark there will be a photo series documenting my progress. Stay tuned! Here’s to the next 50lbs.
*Every time I feel sore after a work out I start singing this song. I CAN’T STOP.