There’s so much conflicting information available on weight loss and when to weigh yourself that it’s ridiculous. How is anyone supposed to know who or what to believe? Well, my advice is to just do what’s best for you. That’s what I do. I weigh myself daily despite what some “experts” suggest.
This idea first came to me while I was reading Candace Cameron Bure’s book Reshaping It All: Motivation for Physical and Spiritual Fitnessand, at first, I was worried the frustration would get to me. But, I’m happy to report that, although I don’t like seeing the scale stay the same or go up, it works for me. Why?
Before I step on the scale each morning, I tell myself that I’m not going to take this number too seriously. When it goes down, I celebrate. When it stays the same, I’m grateful it didn’t go up. When it goes up, I think about what I did the day before so that I can make changes to my diet, exercise, or both.
I wasn’t always this cool about the scale and I still have moments where I want to throw that sucker across the room. I used to define myself by the number that showed up. If it didn’t move or went up, I would beat myself up inside and give up. There were even times when I would be discouraged because I only lost a pound.
I’ve learned that I crave instant gratification and, when I didn’t get it, I would give up. I can’t afford to do that this time. I’ve spent some time talking with my therapist about this and it’s something I need to work on every single day.
I got on the scale Tuesday and saw the number go up. At first, I was disappointed but I started to think about Monday. This is the really frustrating part; Monday was a bad ass day. I blew past my step goal, was on point with my food, and barely sat down all day. So, what happened? It could be any number of things because the female body is known for constantly changing.
The short of it is that I weigh myself daily because it helps me stay on track. I’ve tried weighing myself once a week, once a month, and not at all but the not knowing kills me. Most of the time, the scale goes in the right direction and, when it doesn’t, I know that it’s ok.
“People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing – that’s why we recommend it daily.” – Zig Ziglar
Most people look forward to the weekend but I’ve come to dread them. Well, dread may be a bit over dramatic but you know what I mean. Those 2 days are the most difficult for me when it comes to my weight loss for a number of reasons, but the main reason is that there’s no schedule to follow. I go to bed whenever I feel like it, sleep in until I naturally wake up, and the rest of the day is up for grabs.
This is not how things go during the week because I follow a strict schedule. My days start at 5 am and end right around 9 pm. But, the weekend is a free for all and it’s really starting to take a toll on me. I thrive during the week, dropping weight like a champ, because I follow my schedule.
I don’t really want to have a schedule on the weekend because it’s supposed to be a time to relax and unwind, but I’m starting to think that a schedule is a must-have for me.
Generally, my weekends consist of housework and errands on Saturday while my guys visit my FIL. I have the house to myself so I put on Pandora and rock out while I’m catching up on laundry or scrubbing the floors.
I got off easy on Saturday because it rained, which meant no laundry for me (I use a clothesline because it’s so much cheaper!). I ventured out in the rain to run my errands and, of course, grab my coffee. I was still under the weather on Saturday so I took it easy and made sure I was on time with my meds.
I had to get up early on Saturday because I was taking care of my mom’s dog, making it feel more like a week day than the weekend. But, if it weren’t for Miss Chloe, I don’t know what time I would’ve gotten up.
Sunday, however, was a totally different story for me. The hubs let me sleep, like he usually does, and I didn’t get up until almost 10 am. You see what happens when I’m left to my own devices?
So, here’s the issue…
On Sunday, I didn’t have breakfast. I got up so late and I wasn’t hungry. The hubs ran out to the Wal-Mart and hit Dunkin’ for me on his way home. So, I guess, technically, my coffee was my breakfast.
The day was just too damn short because I slept most of it away. I really don’t want to set an alarm for the weekend because I don’t want to be inconsiderate of the hubs. He works his tail off every day during the week and he shouldn’t have to get up early on the weekend.
Oh! Brainstorm! I’m going to try the silent alarm on my FitBit Charge HR. I just hope I can feel it. I’m such a heavy sleeper. Seriously. A bomb could off next to me and I wouldn’t hear it. 😉
Ok, alarm has been set on the FitBit for Saturday and Sunday at 7 am. I’ll keep you posted on how this works out.
Technically, there are 2 non-scale victories (NSV) to report but they both have to do with one part of my body so I’m counting it as one for the purpose of this post. I first noticed a change while I was on the scale. You see, when I first started the journey, I would have to suck in my stomach to read the number on the scale. I’m not sure when I first noticed this but it’s HUGE!
And, today, I noticed yet another thing. I had a therapy session this morning, and, while I was walking through the parking lot, I got a glimpse of my shadow. I stopped dead in my tracks because I noticed that my stomach wasn’t leading the way anymore! My boobs were front and center, which means my belly is no longer arriving before me!
Talk about being excited…OMG! I did a little dance in the parking lot and I praised myself. That’s another NSV because I’ve never been one to praise myself. Everything is changing for me and, while it’s not always easy, I’m loving every minute of it.
When I finally made it into the office, I couldn’t sit still. I have so much more energy now! That’s a great thing except when I feel like a crackhead because I can’t keep still. I have to keep moving, even if it’s the slightest movement. Fortunately, I was in the right place to walk aimlessly in circles without being judged…LOL!
My therapist commented on my progress by saying she could see that I’ve lost “a lot of weight”. I wouldn’t say that I’ve lost a lot, but 23 pounds ain’t too shabby. My session today was spent talking about my progress, a day in the life of the new me, and my goals.
I’ll tell ya, if you’re overweight or obese, I highly recommend seeing a therapist. Oftentimes, our relationship with food is seriously skewed and a good therapist can help you determine the root of your food issues and guide you to change your habits. I’d be lost without my therapist and she knows it! 😉
I read this quote today while I was walking in circles at the therapist’s office. It hit home for me and I wanted to share it with you. It reminds us that we always have a choice in every situation. Even when you get frustrated, and you will get frustrated, don’t give up on yourself!
“You can throw in the towel, or you can use it to wipe the sweat off your face.” – Karen Trush
I had my 6 month check up on Monday, July 27 and I weighed in at a whopping 278 pounds. This is the largest I’ve ever been and I’m not going to stand for it anymore. At the end of this check up, I learned, not only do I still have high blood pressure and high cholesterol, but I also have type 2 diabetes. I’ve been teetering on the edge for quite some time but I never thought I’d fall. Well, it looks like I was wrong.
Like everyone else who struggles with weight loss, I’ve tried just about everything to lose the pounds. My problem is that, while I have good intentions, my follow through sucks balls! Each time, I’ve started strong only to hurt myself or let something throw me off course. Right now, I no longer have that option. Despite how I feel or what I’d rather do, my health must be front and center of everything in my life. I’ve made it clear to myself and everyone around me that I don’t love myself and that stops now.
I guess it was sometime last year, when I was floating around in the pool, that my brain started chattering away about me. It was so intense that I had to get out of the pool and write it all down. It just wasn’t going to let it go. So, out I got and wrote until my brain finally shut up about it. Here’s what I figured out (and, yes, it still applies):
What do I like about myself?
Sense of humor
What don’t I like about myself?
I expect too much
How can I change what I don’t like?
1. I need to exercise for at least 30 minutes each day. I need to eat better foods; more whole grains, fruits, and veggies. I need to track all of my food and exercise using the Lose It app. I must exercise first thing in the morning so that I actually do it!
2. Unless I have plastic surgery, there’s not a whole lot I can do about this one. My boobs don’t bother me enough to willingly have surgery that’s going to render me virtually useless for a few weeks.
3. I don’t want to settle for close enough is good enough, but I don’t want to keep adding stress to my life either. I have to learn to accept that my best is good enough. Not everyone is going to be happy with me or what I do, but I’m not responsible for anyone’s happiness but mine.
4. I need to learn to expect absolutely nothing or to accept that whatever wasn’t meant to be. Basically, I need a more positive outlook on things and people. Not everyone is as thoughtful or considerate as me.
5. These scars could be much worse than they are and I’m grateful they aren’t. I could spend hundreds of dollars on chemical peels, which would lessen the scars but leave me confined to the house because of peeling. Or, I can accept them as a badge of courage and find new techniques to covering them using makeup.
6. I need to just get things done so that I can stay on track. Even if I don’t want to do it, I have to suck it up and get it done. I need to remind myself that the more I get done, the less I have to do the next day. What an example to set for the boys!
This was all well before my diagnosis but it definitely still applies. Maybe diabetes was the kick in the ass I needed – I don’t know. I’d hate to think that I let myself get this far gone before I took action but, let’s be real, that’s exactly what happened. I failed at taking care of myself – period. I could ramble off excuse after excuse but that’s the real deal.
How did I let myself get to 278 pounds?!
The answer is simple – I ate what I wanted, when I wanted, and I didn’t exercise. I was lazy. I struggle with emotional eating, skipping meals, and always making excuses as to why I can’t do this or can’t do that. My favorite go-to excuse was that I didn’t have time. Bullshit! I didn’t make time – there’s a difference. I waited until the last horn blew to get off my ass and do something about it. I’m a triple threat and not in the way I want to be but I’ll get there.
So, what I am doing differently now?
Well, as of Monday, July 27, my entire world changed. It’s all whole grains for me, counting calories and carbs, and cutting way back on sugar. That was the hardest because I love my iced coffees from Dunkin’ Donuts. I started Metformin on July 30 and I’ve also been testing my glucose once a day. Now that’s a pain in the ass! The Metformin is no walk in the friggin’ park either. It’s like trying to swallow a dime. I grew out of that stuff a long time ago! 😉 I’ve researched the hell out of type 2 diabetes. I’m talking recipes, carb counts, glucose levels, everything. I’ve spent a lot time really learning about it and taking it all in.
What’s to come?
Who the hell knows but I can tell you this – I will NEVER see 278 pounds again! I know – never say never – but, trust me when I say that I will never see it again. I’m not going to let it happen!
On Friday, August 21, I received an email from the wonderful people at Lose It asking me if I would be willing to participate in their #MyDayMyWay movement. Talk about being flattered! Of course, I whole-heartedly agreed! So, here I am. I’m putting all my business out there because I need accountability and because I’m being real about this. The time has come to make some serious changes and the only way that’s going to happen is by being brutally honest with myself.
At this point, I could care less about what other people think of me. The amazing people at Lose It have embraced me and my journey and it’s high time I do the same. That’s the only way I’m going to be successful and I will be successful! This is who I am and, although I’m not happy with what I’ve done to myself, there’s still time to make changes. Now is the time I focus on myself so stay tuned to see where this journey takes me.
The starting point of all achievement is desire. Keep this constantly in mind. Weak desires bring weak results, just as a small amount of fire makes a small amount of heat. – Napoleon Hill
My walking playlist is something I don’t always use but it’s still there. I usually walk with friends but, when they’re not available, that doesn’t mean I sit around all day. My walking playlist is my always-there-when-I-need-it BFF and it never fails to keep me energized.
Now, before I get into the nitty gritty of my playlist, it’s important for you to know that I listen to just about every genre of music. I absolutely refuse to listen to bluegrass, Willie Nelson, and Adele. But, everything else is fair game.
As you can see, my playlist is a mixture of different beats, styles, and language. I want to feel the music pulsate through me as I’m working up a sweat. It has to be upbeat with a smooth rhythm (I don’t know why because I can’t dance to save my life). I’ve actually caught myself almost jogging to a few of these songs, which is HUGE for me!
Okay, I’ve got to get going. The hubs just asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. He doesn’t walk anywhere with me so I’ve gotta jump on this while I can!
I’ve been in the vicious cycle of emotional eating for all of my adult life. Anything that happens in my life always leads to food. Family get-togethers, celebrations, sad affairs, stressful events, you name it – there’s food involved. My family gets together to eat all the time and mostly for no reason at all other than to eat together. My grandmother has this saying, “Food is all we’ve got.” My family is full of hearty eaters.
When I was growing up, I dealt with some pretty traumatic events in my life. In fact, I’m still in therapy so I can deal with everything properly and finally leave them in the past. It’s somewhat amazing how one thing can affect you in ways you never imagined for the rest of your life. I have trust issues, food issues, and many more issues to discuss. Anyway, I believe these events led me to emotional eating because there was nothing else to do. I felt like I had no one talk to about the things that were happening in my life when I was growing up.
My family is very judgmental and it irritates the living hell out of me. I work hard every day to not judge others because I know how it feels. I’m an accepting person who definitely has and isn’t afraid to share opinions. I think my emotional eating has gotten more severe as I’ve gotten older. I think that’s because I never dealt with my many issues before now.
I have a good life; it’s not the best and could always be better, but it’s a good life. I have an awesome husband who supports me in everything I do, no matter how stupid he might think it is. I have 2 boys who would do anything in the world for me and me for them, and I have a few close friends who are always there for me. I have a great job working from home and I work with some really amazing people. One would think that I have everything, and I do, except for a healthy lifestyle and a normal outlook on certain things.
Food is the one thing that’s never let me down. No matter what, it’s always been there and tasted amazing. However, I’m learning to not have any expectations on anything. No expectations means no disappointment. I used food for comfort because it never made me feel like a burden. To this day, I have a difficult time telling others my problems because I don’t want to burden them with my issues. I’m learning to overcome that, too, and that’s very difficult. I don’t feel that way with food. Food doesn’t ask questions, it doesn’t judge me, it doesn’t poke fun at me.
You have no idea how difficult it is for me to make this and my weight public. I’m so afraid of what others are going to think of me. I can hear some of the negative comments now. But, I can’t let that keep me from being the best possible me. I have to grow a thicker skin and remember that when others criticize me it’s because they’re insecure about themselves. I need to start thinking of food as an acquaintance and not a friend. It’s something that sustains life not something to make me happy.
Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I built my life.- J.K. Rowling
No matter what kind of exercise I do, I always get a tingling sensation in my thighs afterward. I’ve always wondered why but I haven’t been able to find a decent explanation for it. So, I did what any other normal, rational, logical person would do – I created my own explanation. You see, I’m one of those inquisitive people who has a question to ask about everything. I’d love to know where the fat goes when it’s “lost”. Yeah, I know the scientific answer is that it’s sweat out of the body, but I want more.
After each workout, when I feel my thighs tingle, my mind automatically envisions the fat cells screaming in agony because they’re dying. Morbid, you say? Well, maybe just a little. But, it works for me. I love the feeling of my thighs tingling because I know what I’m doing is working.
Unfortunately, I don’t feel this tingling all over but at least I feel it somewhere. I’ve Googled this several times and can’t find a definitive answer. I can definitely handle a tingling in my thighs after a workout as long as nothing is wrong.
I don’t feel this tingling when I’m just leisurely walking; it’s only when my workout is more intense. I always feel it after hiking and after every kettle bell workout I do.
Do you ever feel a tingling in your thighs or legs?