What a little walking can do – Weigh in Wednesday

It’s been six weeks since my last weigh in. Ooops. And, Monday’s post was all about walking and just how much walking I’ve done.

The real question, is it doing any good?

I’m HUGE on the aspect that 90% of weight loss is what you eat. Granted, part of that is just because I’m not a fan of exercise in general. The other part, is that I’d lost a good portion of my weight (back when I’d lost 80 pounds) with doing very minimal exercise. It was more centered around testing out those exercises for a bit here and there to find ones that I didn’t completely hate. Which boiled down to probably three things.

It’s certainly possible to lose weight without exercising, you just have to be more careful about what/how much you’re eating. I get that, and I did that. And I lost 80 pounds.

I’m still 100% firm on that fact.

However, I’m not completely naive to the fact that your body needs movement and physical activity. But, come on, ya’ll… I hate getting sweaty and sore. Not a fan.

So, like I said Monday, I started walking again. I’ve been walking every.single.day. And sure, it’s not like I’m going out for hikes or whatever. I’m walking at work, but still. It counts! Pro-Tip: Get you a job where you’re on your feet all day.

Those first few days were BRUTAL. I was so sore and achy. One does not go from sitting 80% of 10 hours, to being on their feet and walking for 6+ hours. But it’s not like I could just decide I didn’t want to anymore, right?

So, before this becomes some long winded post about the benefits of walking at work, let’s get down to business. The real reason half of you are reading this post.

Drumrollplease

Last weigh-in: 215.6
This weigh-in: 207.4
Lost: 8.2
Total lost from highest: 63.3

Can I get a heck yes???

8 whole pounds! Boils down to just over a pound a week. Which I’m totally ok with! I’m only 2 pounds away from being back to my “lightest” since I’d started blogging again.

I’m only about 9.5 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight/pre-baby! Can it still be considered “pre-pregnancy weight” when said baby is now 3? Oh well

However, I’m super stoked. And I’ve even lost a total of 12 pounds since I started tracking it on my FitBit. I got a cool little notification too!

SO, it feels like real progress. And I’m not gonna lie, there were times in there that I didn’t lose a darned thing. But it’s forward motion!

Keep it coming (or going, as it were)!

Half Naked Selfie

Back in the day when I hit 181, I’d had two HUGE regrets. First being that it’d taken me so long (oh, the irony) and the second was that I didn’t have a half naked selfie. You know what I’m talking about. When you go into any search bar and type in “weight loss transformation” or “before and after weight loss.”

You know, the pictures where there is at least one comment that states “Not the same person” based off a new tattoo, different colored clothes, and/or (my personal favorite) different hair color.

But really, I had this huge weight difference (we’re talking 80+ pounds) and I couldn’t really see it. Obviously, I knew it was there because I could feel it. Different sized clothing. So on, but actually seeing it would have been awesome.

I’d always wondered why I hadn’t taken a before selfie. But when you’re sitting at 180 pounds, feeling more confident than you had in your whole life… it’s a pretty easy question to ask yourself.

But now that I had gained back a lot of what I’d lost. I know the answer was because I was self conscious. I don’t want to see it now. I hate taking pictures of myself, especially highlighting all the things that I’m not thrilled about. And then there was that irrational little thought out “WHAT IF THAT PICTURE GETS STOLEN LIKE THOSE CELEBRITY PHOTOS?” As if I’m so important that some random person is going to take the time to steal a picture of mine and post it on the internet??? Being self conscious does some funny things to your logic.

BUT, this time around I did it.

I took that silly little half naked selfie, groaning the whole time. I’m pretty sure if I were to actually look at the picture I’d be beet red in the cheeks. But I had that moment of “You damn well know that Nicole in 50 pounds is going to want that picture.”

So I did it. I wish I could accurately describe the ordeal I went through. From being in a changing room trying to convince myself that sucking in my gut was counterproductive, and when I emailed the picture to myself (complete with a misleading subject line and 12 other pictures attached (take that pervy internet creep!)

But I’ve got it. So when I hit my milestone (at this rate, in 10 years) I’ll be able to go “holy crap, look at me!”

I can’t explain the motivation past “I’m gonna want it someday” but I’ve got it.

I’ll probably forget about it until one day I’m cleaning up my email and I come across “Birthday party pictures” (that’s not the subject line… calm down stalker) and I’ll see it and I’ll be like “holy crap!”

So, anyways. From all of that, I guess what I’m trying to say is that all of you who are planning on losing weight. Take the picture. Don’t suck in anything. Don’t try to stand in a certain way to minimize what you don’t want to see now. Take the picture! Even if you have to file it away in some deep dark mysterious corner of your computer, email, a flashdrive that you bury in a secured location… take the picture.

Because one day, you might want to look back and see the progress. All the progress that isn’t hidden in baggy sweaters, or pictures that crop out anything below your shoulders. To have physical proof, not hazy memories, of what all had changed down the line.

Because 181 Nicole wished she’d taken it at 264. And 220 Nicole took it for one day down the line I can look back and actually see the change that I’d been able to make!

Real talk.

And if you every decide that you don’t want to see it. Then don’t. If you ever decided to look at that picture and go “holy hell, I rock.” Awesome. But just in case… you’ll have it!

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.