Weight Plateaus And The Women Who Love Them

Weight Plateaus And The Women Who Love Them

     Weight plateaus… they happen… as for the women that love them, yeah… that’s just a catchy title so you read my silly blog, nobody actually loves hitting a weight plateau, in fact, they ALL suck!

     So we wound up with 8 people in my little month-long Biggest Loser competition and it’s been great so far. Having that extra motivation of friends who are doing the same with you, posting their weigh-in pictures, sending messages to the group chat, it’s a really great way to help stay motivated, especially when you hit a rough patch.

     It’s just that pesky little bit at the end right there at the end that seems to have started this past Monday. Granted… I may have had a liiiiiiittle big of a drunk snack episode late Saturday night, so I knew it wasn’t going to be great, but the effect of that to be hanging 3 or 4 days later is starting to drive me crazy!

     The only good part is, I had set my own personal goal of getting out of the 300 club by the end of March, and even with this little rough patch, I’m still doing pretty well and am on schedule to hit that goal. It’s been 14 days and I’ve lost 13.5 pounds, so being pretty close to losing 1 pound per day really isn’t that bad. Hopefully I can break through this plateau soon and not fall behind. I’m still 2.2 pounds ahead of schedule, but it’s starting to get a little close!

     I’m gonna keep plugging away… I know it’s a long road, but I know it’s worth the work!

The Beginning…

The Beginning…

The bad news:

So here I am again, deadlocked in a battle with my own mind and body to overcome my most difficult challenge in life, my weight. I know a lot of you may remember that I’ve been here before, approximately two years ago, and the only thing I can say is that my last attempts didn’t fail, but it was the long-term commitment that did. I friend of mine jokingly said it best a few days ago:

“My life needs more rules.”

Well, she’s not the only one. I lost 60 pounds in 94 days the last time around and I gained it all back and them some. Just over a month ago, even after eating right for a few days, I weighed in at 308 pounds. I’ve never been a skinny guy, not since I was a young child, but that was the most I’ve ever weighed, and it scares me. What should have happened two years ago was: when I noticed a few extra pounds, I should have got right back on the treadmill and burned them off. So this time around, I’m gonna need to commit to those longer-term rules.

A lot of people have asked me, why now? Why didn’t you start months, if not years ago? How did you let it get that bad? The only answer I could offer them was laziness and comfort. I’ve always been an extrovert, I’ve always had a dependence on the approval of others, and once I lost a bunch of weight 2 years ago, I found myself in a great relationship. Dating was fun, hanging out was awesome, going out to dinner, partying with friends, there was always something to do… I really got very comfortable very quickly and it made me lazy. Then, slowly but surely, the pounds started creeping up.

I found some of my blog posts, measurements and weigh-ins from the end of that last attempt, and I had made it all the way down to 208. So, over the course of two years, I gained 100 pounds.

What’s different?

1) I’m single again.
2) I know my weight gain is one of the reasons why.
3) I hate failure.
4) I’m only getting older.
5) I legitimately miss that energetic zest for life and feeling of accomplishment I got from having people notice the weight-loss and being able to tell people my story.

The good news:

I’m well on my way!! I’ve been eating right, and I’ve started working out again… and since August 20th, as of this morning I’ve lost 19.7 pounds and due to some medical BS (more on that later) and some stitches that resulted I was only able to start working out about a week ago. Currently, I can’t do much more than walk, but I’m building up and getting better every day!Here’s what it looks like so far:

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Don’t get nervous, no… my goal weight is not 250 pounds, but I know I have to break it up into phases and find some goals that are achievable otherwise the task of losing 100 pounds will seem so daunting, I’m afraid I’ll talk myself out of it.

So… wish me good luck… and off I go, into yet another bit of a battle with….. myself.