In 2014, I’m going to stop caring about being overweight.
I’d like to be thin for the same reasons I outlined in my 2011 post when I kicked off my successful 50-lb weight loss program. The weight loss was gratifying, but it reminded me of something I’ve learned about in my professional life called the 9x problem. At 50 pounds down, I was feeling better, but my life was definitely not 9x better. For all the effort and obsession I put into losing weight, I started questioning why I was doing it.
Recall, I am not unhealthy. Blood pressure always normal, no signs of diabetes or history in the family, no heart problems, etc. I just checked my year-end records, and I did not go to the doctor once this year for any health-related issue. I’m in that 30% class of people obese, but metabolically healthy. I know that just irritates everyone, but that’s the way it is. Obviously, if something cropped up where my health was affected, I’d address the issue.
At 54 years old, I’m pretty sure my body has decided it wants to stay this way. So, this blog will lie dormant until sometime (maybe, maybe not) I get motivated to “get back on the horse.”
Heard this story this morning on NPR. Explains what happened to me.
How To Find A Path Off The Dreaded Diet Plateau.
So, Zumba next time?
This series from University of California San Francisco, is truly excellent. It reaffirms a lot of what I’ve been learning. Again, the enemy is sugar and carbs. If you’re interested in the science of Obesity, definitely check it out. The other one, of course, from HBO is its documentary series: The Weight of the Nation.
I’m still dealing with heel pain, so I’ve decided to really rest my foot and give myself a break. I’m disappointed, but when I started this trek I told myself – first and foremost – I was not going to punish myself. I have stopped exercising, but have not gone back to eating food that is generally bad for the population. I’m still not eating carbs or sugar, but I may re-introduce brown rice into my diet. I’ve heard it’s bad to completely cut out carbs for an extended period of time.
My weight keeps fluctuating up and down about 2 pounds, but is otherwise steady.
So, I wait.
The good news is I’ve re-connected with the stable where I had signed up to lease a horse before. They have a new trainer who said she could teach me English lessons, so I’m really looking forward to that. Considering you mount a horse with your left foot (my bad foot), I have to make sure I’m okay before I start riding again. But, it’s giving me something wonderful to look forward to.
I will update again when things start moving again. Literally and figuratively.
For the past month, I have not continued to lose weight. I’ve flat-lined at the 50-pound loss. I know it has much to do with my annoying plantar faciitis and the fact that I can’t continue to use the treadmill, walk, or do the normal exercise I was doing that resulted in my early rapid weight loss.
I’m still sticking to my no carb, no sugar food choices, but the weight has just settled in and won’t budge.
I’m fairly frustrated. At this point, when the pounds stop coming off, I start to lose patience. I question why I’m doing this if there are no results, yada yada.
I realize I’m at a crossroads. I have to change something I’m doing (or not doing) or I risk giving up completely. I’m open to ideas, so if you have any, please share!
In high school, my daughter completed an International Baccalaureate subject in Art. Much of her art centered on a theme of beauty and a warped female interpretation of beauty. This “cutout book” was a satirical statement on how girls could reshape these works of fine art, by slimming down these ancient beauties.
She got rave reviews from the reviewer for this work in particular.
Lately, I’ve been wondering if I’ve become obsessed about getting to my goal weight. I simply will not eat carbs or sugar. It’s sort of like putting an aspirin between your legs to not get pregnant – I just won’t do it. I also was a little alarmed that I cut off the taping my foot doctor had done to my foot last week because it prevented me from swimming. I’ve been wondering if such extreme actions are really healthy mentally.
But, on the other hand, I get increasingly frustrated with the fat and flab I see now hanging from my arms, legs, and stomach showing up in my reflection in the mirror. It’s hanging around like guests at a party who won’t leave long after the party is over. I just want to be rid of it, so my mind starts thinking of ways I can cut corners. I’ve even thought of surgery and liposuction.
When I visited my daughter in Florida recently, I was very disappointed to discover I had gained four pounds upon my return. I’ve since lost them, but am still where I was a few weeks ago. So, my progress has stalled once again.
I’m considering going back to My Fit Foods for another 3-week period. I’m fairly sure I won’t have the same dramatic weight loss I had the first time ’round, but I thought it might help to introduce a new regime of eating healthy. I feel like I’m in a rut.
If you can’t tell, I’m pretty serious about getting to my goal weight. I’m over a third of the way there, so my clothes are not fitting right. I’ve retired a lot of my “fat clothes.” However, I don’t want to buy retail clothes because I want to keep going. What’s the sense in buying new clothes that I will not fit in at some point in the future?
To that end, I’ve been picking up things in thrift stores. It’s sort of fun. I’ve found some designer clothes in sizes that fit, and feel great when I don’t spend a lot of money. But, I’m leaving tomorrow to see my daughter and grandkids and felt like I should at least have a pair of jeans that fit, so I went to Macy’s tonight.
Picking out clothes to try on, I realized I had dropped 4 pants sizes! That’s awesome! I’m still in “fat” sizes, but what a jolt of adrenaline in the dressing room when I fit into jeans four sizes smaller than the last time I had bought them. The real test will be whether I sell/donate my fat clothes and clear out my closet, so there is no going back.
Another weird surprise was I also needed sandals with a strap on the back for my annoying heel issue (which seems to be getting better, but still hurts). I went down a half-size in my shoe size! That’s as awesome as it is bizarre.
I will never be a skinny bitch like the woman in this photo, but I will rejoice when I can buy normal sizes. I will also be very, very broke.