Steps in the Right Direction

Like I said in last post, I’ve been making little steps in the right direction. Which includes making some better choices.

Those little changes have helped me lose some weight in the last week and a half. Granted, it’s probably all water weight. But I’m determined to keep making some changes.

Like actually choosing some healthy options, who knew that was an option??? Drinking more water. The little things. I even have a new set of measuring cups to keep an eye on portion control, which let me tell you… I forgot just how much a serving size of something was.

I haven’t gone all level 10 weight loss mode, but more like a solid level 4.

But the biggest change is that I’ve started using a FitBit (yeah, yeah, I’m a little late to the party)… and I’m really in-love with it! I might actually have to buy one, this one is borrowed… testing the waters.

The little thing that reminds me to get off my butt and walk. I’m a pretty sedentary person, remember? But, it’s a nice reminder that I’ve been doing paperwork too long and I need to move. It’s also fun to see how many steps I get throughout the day. Which, aren’t as much as I would like. But that’s kind of the point, right?

I’ve also added a water reminder to my phone, because apparently, I’ve become one of those people who have to be prompted to drink some water. This thing sends me a notification to remind me to actually drink some water. Which is sad because I used to drink tons of water without any issue, but here we are.

There were half a million to choose from, but seriously. That little guy is super cute.

So right now, my main focus have been to keep a better track of what I have been eating, making myself get up and move more (even if it is just walking around or climbing some stairs), and upping my water intake.

Baby steps again, that’s kind of the catch 22 of yo-yo weight loss. At some point you have o go back to basics, because jumping right back into where you left off doesn’t work. Easiest way to fail, that method hasn’t been working, have to do something different.

Kudos for progress?

Like a Yo Yo – Weigh in Monday?

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
Gained: 4.6
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

Awesome.

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.

Make sense?

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 = ONE ZERO

January 2.0

January went by quick. Quicker than I realized. I swear it was just Christmas. Anywhosit. Clearly I missed a few weeks. Several weeks, in fact. And I haven’t really thought about anything except “what else do I have to get done??”

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I don’t even know where to begin, other than. HAPPY NEW NEW Year! January 2.0, I might say.

I think with the doozy of a last million couple years, I’m allowed to have a re-do. I’m thinking we can all have a re-do month.

I’ll admit, I haven’t done much about weight. Except thought about it. All.The.Time. Which you’d think would be motivation enough, but of course not. We’ve come to the conclusion that I need more than just my conscious going “yass gurl, do it.” Right?

Don’t get me wrong, I have done a certain level of “things.” I’ve been walking more, I actually walked 3 miles and didn’t die! Granted, I probably could have done it more often than I did, but I still did it. I’ll hopefully be doing more walking throughout my week. And I’ve started making sure I do my beginners yoga at least 3 times a week, plus my nightly yoga routine.

I’ve been finding reasons to stand more at work, which is huge. I generally spend over half my week sitting, which isn’t good. Even when I’m not sitting, I can’t really consider it being too active. I’d actually considered finding a standing desk, but those suckers are EXPENSIVE. As in $300 expensive. I did find a way to raise a desk, but mine is metal… but the general asthetic seems easiest enough to build completely.

Inspo, found on Pinterest

Sure, that isn’t much. I could be doing a lot more, but it’s a start. And it was consistent all throughout January.

Small steps, down the line will add up to bigger things. Hopefully, at the very least.

Happy New Year! Weigh in Wednesday

Happy New Year!

I hope your holiday season was amazing! Between Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years, it was a busy last two months.

My New Years Eve was spent having a phenomenal spread of New Years Eve treats, and champagne, and a rocking sequinned dress! Toasting to 2018, watching the ball drop, smootching away when 2018 hit. It was amazing.

Who am I kidding!?

I was in my pajamas, fast asleep. Because I’m that kind of person.

But it’s the New Year. A brand new year to think things through! Um, yay?

Anywhoits, I’m going to jump right into the New Year with a weigh-in! How appropriate?!

My last weigh in I’d gained a whopping 8 pounds. 8 whole pounds of weight gain. What the ever loving crap. But, it knocked some sense into me. I can’t talk about wanting to make a plan, about being serious about losing weight, and then gain 8 pounds. Phew.

Pulled up my big girl pants, and had to focus on some stuff.

Last weigh-in: 213.6
This weigh-in: 211.2
Lost: 2.3
Total lost from highest: 59.9

But I’ll take that 2 pound loss! Absolutely!

What’s kind of less happy to think about is my first weigh in in 2017. Back in July. I’d proclaimed to the world that I’d lost 25 pounds! I was super proud of myself!

I’d started back to blogging with a weigh in I was happy to post about. I was weighing in at 212.3, down from 237.5!

In the last 5 months, I’ve lost actually lost 1.1 pounds.

Can we say EW?

But we’re moving on. It’s a NEW YEAR, and focusing on that isn’t going to do me any favors. Looking to the future and getting going! I don’t want to look back on this year and see the same kinds of things. Ultimate goal is to get to my goal weight before I’m 30. I’m just under two years away. If I can get there sooner, awesome. But I’m taking it one month at a time. Being positive, and working towards it.

Shrunk/Grown Weigh In Wednesday and Measurements

Happy Wednesday! Which means, it’s weigh in Wednesday! Granted I’ve missed a eight a couple. And I’d like to point out, holy crap….EIGHT? That’s insane.

But anyways. I could tell you all the excuses in the world, because if you remember…a girl loves her excuses. But, I have none. Except there was one or two in there that I forgot to actually weigh myself on Wednesday. Other than that, oops.

My last weigh in was way back in November.

How about that lack of accountability I’ve got going on?

BUT, I did make a prediction that I’d managed to gain 10 pounds over the Thanksgiving season.

Am I psychic???

Last weigh-in: 205.3
This weigh-in: 213.6
Gained: 8.3
Total lost from highest: 57.6

I am proud to say, I am NOT psychic. I did not gain 10 pounds. HA.

But really? 8 pounds.

Oops.

So much for that whole making and sticking to a plan thing. And I was so close to being back to my pre-pregnancy weight. AND under 200 again.

Well, pull up my big girl britches and continue on, I suppose.

Now for the part two of this, my measurements.

I haven’t actually measured myself in 5 months. I’d had the plan (there’s that little evil word again) of measuring myself once a month. I have no idea where that plan went, until I found my measuring tape…and was all like “ohhhh, crap. That’s right.” Which made me search though my files until I found my measurement tracker.

So I measured myself and plugged in my numbers

Um… How? I’m not going to complain. After gaining 3.6 pounds since July, I’ve actually lost inches. Which is awesome.

What saved my little tushie was all the exercising I’ve done. I’ve been climbing stairs, doing any form of situps I can find online, arm dips… that kind of stuff. So I’ve been able to get away with eating like poo… still gained weight (obviously), but overall, I did lose inches. I have to assume it’s because I’ve been compensating with exercise.

I’ll take it. I was initially all bummed about not losing any weight. But, those measurements! Silver lining!

I’ve lost 1/2 an inch off my waist, 3 in my bust (always the first to go), and 2 off my hips. Everything else (especially those lovehandles) are still standing firm though, with only 2.5 inches off collectively.

BUT, that’s a grand total of 8 inches gone!

I’ll celebrate to that!

Although, I must say… looking at my little “thrown together spreadsheet” kinda makes me want something prettier.

Oh well, I never claimed to be creative!