For some reason, I was thinking I had passed the 3-month mark on my food journal journey but I’m just at nine weeks. I think it is because that it has become second nature to me, recording everything I eat and watching portion sizes, calories, etc. I don’t feel rebellious against it anymore because it is providing real results. I have not made any food off-limits, everything is fair game but it does require some trade-offs if what I want is high-calorie. This has also forced me to see if I really want to eat that particular food. I find myself thinking or saying out loud “That isn’t worth the calories” which means this journal is forcing me to make better food choices and in the end, hopefully, making me healthier.
The bottom line is I’ve lost 13.2 pounds and 12.80 inches (8 different measurements) or 4.25 inches from bust, waist and hips. Just right around 1.5 pounds a week average. This doesn’t quite happen like that. My weight goes up and down like it’s a see saw and then will suddenly drop out of the blue when I feel like I need to reevaluate what I am doing. Weight isn’t a great measurement anyway it’s just a marker and nothing more. I have no idea what my ideal weight will even be but since I am athletic now, I imagine it will be higher than I might guess due to muscle mass. That’s where the measurements and clothing size help. And why elite athletes are considered obese by BMI standards. Muscle simply weighs more than fat.
The biggest difference is how I feel. Not only as far as having more energy, I just feel better about myself in general. I feel a little healthier. I feel a little extra self-confidence. My ‘fat’ jeans that I bought this past spring when I couldn’t squeeze into my regular size are now almost too big to wear without a belt. I wore them to work yesterday and spent more time pulling them back up than normal. Another positive sign. The pain I was having in relation to my hip nerve has dramatically improved and my knees aren’t protesting quite as much now. I did some grocery shopping on Monday and I picked up a 30 pound bag of cat litter and realized how heavy 30 pounds really is on your body. Just almost 15 pounds gone and I am sure that is much less stress on my joints, muscles and body in general. No, I’m not going to be like that old Oprah episode where she brings out the little red wagon full of fat to represent how much she lost. Unfortunately, she gained much of it back not long after but has since lost and gained and lost.
That is the biggest caveat I am trying to avoid. Losing and then gaining more weight back. Which is why I refuse to limit or banish any food. Am I going to go my whole life without eating ice cream? Um, no. I’ll just be fat. Am I going to spend the rest of my life starving myself? Nope. Again, I’d just be fat. Am I going to work out an hour every day. Nope. I can’t keep that kind of exercise regimen for life. Yesterday, since I am in full-blown PMS and am craving Doritos, I bought a single serving bag from the vending machine at work to eat with my otherwise healthy lunch. I savored every single chip and then realized, Doritos don’t really taste as good as I remembered them to taste. That satisfied my craving and for the first time, I really tasted what Doritos are like. Corny, salty, chips of limited flavor. The chips seemed a bit of a let down after my lunch of a boneless pork chop topped with a herbed Gorgonzola butter and green beans/shallots leftover from dinner from the previous night.
I have become more picky about what I eat. I consider restaurant meals before I even leave the house, looking up their menu, finding nutritional information if it’s available online and plugging it into my food journal app. This is a great tool to keep me from overeating which is really very easy to do when eating out. If there is something I really, really want that is going to blow my day’s calories, I adjust my other meals and snacks to less caloric choices. Give and take, trade and plan. Sometimes when I’m into a peak day where I am eating too much, I go down and use the rower to hopefully offset some of the calories. Supposedly that is supposed to work but who knows with my metabolism but so far, it seems to keep me at least level. If nothing else, I’m getting extra exercise which can’t hurt.
So as I round into the third month, I have no great expectations, no numbers to achieve except staying in my calorie goal range via my food journal app. Exercising most days as I can fit it in. Nothing earth shattering. Just keep on keeping on. Learning how to eat better (my biggest challenge over exercise anyway) and being mindful of what I put in my mouth. The other change I have made is eating all my meals at home at the dining room table so I pay more attention to what I am shoveling in my face. I’ve read all these tips 100 times in articles and books but seldom put them to use. I would scoff and say ‘whatever’ in my mind but dammit, they actually work! So much for being a rebel, it didn’t work in this case.
So until my next post… moderation, moderation, moderation!