*Theme for today’s entry: ramble, ramble, ramble!*
So the day after a holiday is usually the day I say “screw it” to health plans. But not today!
I’m not going to weigh until Thursday, so I won’t get down & give up. Typically, I indulge & have fun on a holiday. Then, I eat all the leftovers the next day. Then, I puff up. Then, I say “gee, I’ve got plenty of time” & I indulge some more. Then, I see the scale & I get depressed & give up. See the pattern?
It’s funny how I can spend weeks losing weight, and, once it’s off, act like I’ll never gain it back. It happens so easily! But I think I know the signs better now . . . slow & steady really does win it. The weight that I lost since last August (yes, I was even heavier then!) has mostly stayed away–because I took MONTHS getting it off & I didn’t do anything too drastic to do it.
Weight Watchers measures loss in terms of weeks–something that chronic scale-watchers like me have a tough time doing. But it’s really a smart way to do it. Fluctuations–they happen!
I remember being roughly the same weight all through middle school & high school (except for junior year when my body went wacko & I put on 15 pounds–I lost it after six months). I was 123. And that was fine with me, until the dreaded peer pressure crap started. Unfortunately, the “in” shape was near-skeletal. I was considered an “almost-big” girl. You know, one of those “you’d be so pretty if you just lost about 10 pounds” kind of girls. Ugh. The mistake I made was listening to . . . other girls!
At 18, when I was training hard for triathlons & was basically walking muscle, I was 120. Now, go figure.
College brought the frosh 15.
Then, a few years later, I remember living off gummy bears & diet soda for months–stress, nerves & poor choices. I was 110. My doc was thrilled. Go figure.
Baby came & I ballooned up to 187. Atkins brought me down to 112. Where’s my yo-yo?!
Anti-Atkins piled it back on.
When I joined WW, a few years back, they set my goal weight at 126. Looks like my body was right all along. I met my goal & then spent a year demolishing it. Self-sabotage. It happens.
And here I am. I don’t like re-hashing history, but it’s a good way to see your patterns. I think my pattern is working toward success & then, quickly rejecting it once I’ve got it. It’s like doing something just to see if I can do it & then saying “Check-now what?” Weird.
This time, I’m not going to throw it away. I’m earning it slowly &, when I get there, I’m going to enjoy it & be proud.
This concludes today’s lesson in 35 years of my weight history. Class dismissed!