Can I really call it a stall when I still lost weight this week? This may just be my impatience rearing its ugly head, but I start thinking STALL whenever the scale doesn’t move for 3-4 days in a row (or flops back and forth between the same few numbers). Or when I only lose a single pound in a week.
I know – I’m whining. And a pound is nothing to sneeze at! It’s just a huge difference from the 3-5 pounds per week I had been losing.
I spent last week feeling horribly. I had severe fatigue, and eventually I had headaches and dizziness. It didn’t occur to me for DAYS that those were dehydration symptoms. I emailed my nutritionist about the fatigue, and she suggested I up my calories and protein to compensate for the workouts I’m now doing. Turns out, that’s probably not necessary (though I’m trying to shoot for 800-900 calories now, and 80g of protein). The simple solution was DRINK MOAR WATER. When I looked back over my records, I found there were a few days where I only got 20 or 30 oz of water. NO WONDER I FELT BAD.
Live and learn.
But the best news is that right now I feel WONDERFUL. I am happy. I am healthy. I am becoming my best self. This surgery is the best thing I ever did for myself.
I read back through the archives of this website, and frankly I was a bit shocked by it. When I think back on my previous efforts to lose the weight I always feel as if I did my best but it never worked. But when I look back at how I documented it? It’s week after week of excuses. I was honest, but I was using that honesty to rationalize.
My diet was my setback this week. I don’t know why my brain allowed me to undo all of the hard work I was doing at the gym, but that is a choice I made this week. And now I have to live with the consequences.
I got lazy and complacent. Plain and simple. I was used to the pounds falling off and I just let myself fall into this rut of less work, hoping that I would still get results. But guess what? You only get out of this journey as much as you put into it.
I haven’t worked out in two weeks, but I planned that (well sort of – it was supposed to be a single week off, but two felt really good).
I realized that I was making poor choices and I’m working hard to fix those. I am actively choosing to make better choices.
I was doing so very well. Even though I wasn’t working out, the weight was falling off. Intermittent fasting works. But then… I got too complacent.
And it just goes on and on like that. I wish someone had called me out on that at the time – though I probably wouldn’t have heard them if they tried.
Having this surgery has literally changed my life. Not only physically (internally AND externally), but also mentally and emotionally. I don’t know why it took major surgery for this to happen, but the way that I think about my body, the food that I eat, and the activity I participate in has fundamentally changed. I made a choice to help myself be the best me I can be. And for the first time in almost 34 years of life, I know my value. I have self-worth!
My body isn’t where I want it to be. But that doesn’t matter. It’s getting there, slow and steady. Every day is progress, stall or no stall. I don’t miss drinking Coke. I rarely miss eating fast food. My thinking has actually shifted. Habits have been broken.
THIS IS AMAZING PEOPLE.
Total Lost Since Surgery: 31.7
Total Lost: 42.7