Clearly my "this is it" moment faded. 16 months later and I am still in the same spot. Funny how I didn't even recall the specifics of that post, only that I made one proclaiming that "now is the time to change!" 16 months later I could have changed! Even if I had only lost 2 pounds per week for 3 of the 4 weeks per month, that's still 96 pounds. Even with a big plateau, setbacks, etc. it could have been at least 50. /sigh
I read "Half-Assed: A Weight Loss Memoir" by Jennette Fulda last week, which reminded me that I'm not alone. Others have had similar experiences, similar feelings, similar triumphs and failures. Some carry on and others make a decision to change their lifestyle.
Fortunately, out of nowhere, I think my taste buds had decided to veto a lot of the crap I was putting into my mouth. I slowly began drinking less pop and switched over to iced tea. After the doctor said she didn't want me drinking much iced tea and that I should drink water, I slowly and unintentionally started switching back to water. Years ago I drank lots of water, probably too much in fact. Not sure why I stopped, or when for that matter, but I did. So while others are recounting their difficulty in jumping off of the soda train, I got off at a stop. On the rare occasion I take a sip of Coke, remembering fondly how much I loved fountain Coke, I'm taken aback by how sickly sweet and carbonated it is. Maybe it was the article explaining how bad the caramel color is, or the amount of sugar in there, but some switch flipped and for that, I am thankful.
Over the weekend, we watched our 1 year old nephew. Lord, is that a lot of work. Definitely showed me that we could not possibly have a child in the shape we are in if we wanted. Food-wise, I found myself not wanting to eat. I didn't want hamburger or pizza. Without trying, I'm slowly evolving into a food snob, which is good because maybe it will help me recognize the bad food choices before they go into my mouth!
To end on a positive note,I had used my sister in law's scale after putting the nephew to bed. I had hoped all my efforts to drink more water and eat less had paid off but knew I wouldn't be able to tell. So I hopped (well stepped, or it would have busted) on their scale, only to be sorely disappointed that it read 245.x. It was frustrating to know I had taken some little steps and they weren't paying off. To humor myself, I weighed myself at home the following morning, remembering to wait until morning to reduce the chances of water retention, food, waste, etc. could sway the outcome. To my surprise, it said 238.6! Under 240! WOOHOO! So, maybe I just needed to do it on my time, or see others doing it, or hear the doctor say it was nice to see someone move down on the scale for once, I don't know. But here's hoping!
Current Weight: 238 pounds
Pounds Lost: 7
Pounds to Meet Mini-Goal: 13
Pounds until BMI is 'obese' instead of 'morbidly obese': 20 pounds