Let’s just get right down into the nitty gritty. I’ve lost weight. Like a yo-yo. (Please sing that to the tune of Madonna’s Like A Virgin, I am.) Back and forth. Whatever. To top it off, it’s been a long time since my last post way back in the beginning of February. That’s rough.
Worse yet, it’s been even longer since my last weigh in.
My first weigh in of the New Year landed on the 3rd of January. We’re in April.
Can you guess what happened?
Yo-yo weight loss/gain.
Which is why I’m posting this on a Monday, not a Wednesday. Jump right in with both feet before I have two whole days to chicken out and fall back into not posting.
Now, this whole yo-yo thing sucks because there was a solid time frame there that I hadn’t done the whole yo-yo thing.
I get into these modes of motivation where nothing can stop me. And generally those pop up when I’ve stepped on the scale and noticed that I’ve gained a
few pounds (try 10?). So I’d go through and fix everything, change everything, lose a ton of weight and be proud and happy. Then hit a wall and gain it back.
I’m sure you all know what I’m talking about. That little revolving door of weight loss.
So, here we go. A million weigh ins later.
Last weigh-in: 211.2
This weigh-in: 215.8
Total lost from highest: 55.3
Gaining 4.6 pounds in 4 months might not seem like that big of deal. But the issue is that I kept gaining and losing. At one point I was ecstatic because I was sitting at 206. I was only 10 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight. Then I stepped on the scale a few weeks later and saw I was at 218. And so on and so forth, and higher.
And that’s where I lost it.
Little bit will be turning 3 here in a few months. I’ve spent 3 years fighting/not fighting/fighting/not fighting the weight I gained. 3 years ago.
I got so close, and then blew it. Again
The other thing that hit me, April 6th put me at 6 months before my birthday. 6 months before I turn 29.
I’ve spent all of my 20s fighting my weight. Granted, I spent all of my teens worried about my weight. But I’d never thought in a million years that I would spent my ENTIRE twenties worried about my weight. I don’t want to be sitting at 35 like “Oh hey, 15 years later and I’ve FINALLY done it!” That might sound ridiculous, but I’m already so torn about being so close to thirty. I don’t want to be torn about being thirty and fat.
Anyways, I wish I could blame ignorance and say things like “I don’t know what happened? I have been doing so good!” or “It must be that I’m bloated, or [fill in the blanks]”
But I know why.
Laziness. Over eating. Poor eating habits. Practically nothing as far as water intake goes. Not pre-planning meals. Sedentary life style.
Sure, I can blame it on being winter (still). Something about (still) having snow in April makes me want to eat carbs and junkie stuff all day every day.
But that’s kind of a cop out.
Winter or not, there is no reason for me not to be doing more. Doing what I know I need to do.
And a good part of it is making excuses for myself.
Silver lining, I’ve actually lost those 4.6 pounds in the last 10 days. I’m pretty set in thinking that is probably just water weight, but hey. At least it’s something? EDIT So, I’ve realized that the 4.6 pounds was most definitely lost since my last weigh in. The 4.6 (which certainly wasn’t 4.6, more like 3.2) pounds was within that last time I weighed myself at home, not for a blog post. So for the sake of clarity, and my sanity…I’m making that edit. I’d gained 4.6 pounds since my last official blog weigh-in… my 6am coffee brain was confused with all the numbers.
Anyways, moving on…
Got that motivation bug again, and I’m not going to naively sit here and insist that this time will be different. That I’m going to keep on keeping on until the weight is off. If I’ve learned anything from this SIX year journey (gag) it’s that making promises adds some unneeded pressure. Amirite?
But I know I’m slacking in some things, I always know that I’m slacking in some things. But I’ve been trying incredibly hard to get back on track and stop the yo-yo cycle. I’ve been really trying some new things, and we’ll see if they work!
And for sake of getting off the Yo-yo routine…
Weeks of consecutive weight loss =