Well, that's it--I've fired up the MyFitnessPal again and started keeping track-even if I go over. That's what worked for me just last year--not just keeping track on the days I was "good," but keeping track no matter what, with brutal honesty. Today I'm over by 187 calories, and that's going to be okay. So long as I kept track.
That really was the trick--I lost 180 + lbs just doing that--keeping track. But then I stopped losing, even though I was keeping track, even though I was still exercising. It wasn't the first plateau I'd hit, but it was the one that brought me down. To my credit, it took almost five months of not losing anything for me to start slipping. I kept telling myself that the loss didn't matter, it's about being healthy. And while that SHOULD be true, fact is, it's both, because I still FEEL really good, but I've gained back fifty pounds. I can still walk four hours at Mt. Vernon or hike up a steep hillside at Ft. Washington and not have my back scream and cry at me. But it's going to. If I keep this up, I'm going to wind up housebound again, just like I was.
The back pain, while absolutely exacerbated by weight, was a problem even when I was thin. In fact, at 130 lbs, it nearly trapped me in the Grand Canyon after a day hike most of the way in. It's the result of a series of back injuries when I was a kid, culminating in a spectacular car accident in 1993 that blasted out disks and shredded muscle and tendons. So the back is a disaster no matter what, but it's a more debilitating disaster the heavier I am. Before I started losing weight, I was seriously considering a wheel chair. Making it from the apartment door to the car (about 100 yards) was devastating to me. I was breathless, and the pain in my back, hip, and into the right leg was so bad I wasn't really even walking--I was just soldiering through and throwing that leg forward.
And then I wasn't. Then I was spending five or six hours on my feet, walking through DC, checking out museums, strolling from monument to monument, or hiking around all day in Rock Creek Park. Suddenly I was able to be the mom to my son I had always wanted to be.
And now I'm blowing that all to hell. I feel like the poor guy from "Flowers for Algernon."
No way. That cannot happen. But it is. The other night, my feet blew up like balloons. Not as bad as they used to, but there it was. Yeah, I'd had a lot of sodium. That needs to stop, too.
So today, I keep track. Today, I am mindful of what I'm putting in my mouth. Even if it doesn't stop me from doing it, I am mindful. I will keep track.
And tomorrow? I will do the same
That really was the trick--I lost 180 + lbs just doing that--keeping track. But then I stopped losing, even though I was keeping track, even though I was still exercising. It wasn't the first plateau I'd hit, but it was the one that brought me down. To my credit, it took almost five months of not losing anything for me to start slipping. I kept telling myself that the loss didn't matter, it's about being healthy. And while that SHOULD be true, fact is, it's both, because I still FEEL really good, but I've gained back fifty pounds. I can still walk four hours at Mt. Vernon or hike up a steep hillside at Ft. Washington and not have my back scream and cry at me. But it's going to. If I keep this up, I'm going to wind up housebound again, just like I was.
The back pain, while absolutely exacerbated by weight, was a problem even when I was thin. In fact, at 130 lbs, it nearly trapped me in the Grand Canyon after a day hike most of the way in. It's the result of a series of back injuries when I was a kid, culminating in a spectacular car accident in 1993 that blasted out disks and shredded muscle and tendons. So the back is a disaster no matter what, but it's a more debilitating disaster the heavier I am. Before I started losing weight, I was seriously considering a wheel chair. Making it from the apartment door to the car (about 100 yards) was devastating to me. I was breathless, and the pain in my back, hip, and into the right leg was so bad I wasn't really even walking--I was just soldiering through and throwing that leg forward.
And then I wasn't. Then I was spending five or six hours on my feet, walking through DC, checking out museums, strolling from monument to monument, or hiking around all day in Rock Creek Park. Suddenly I was able to be the mom to my son I had always wanted to be.
And now I'm blowing that all to hell. I feel like the poor guy from "Flowers for Algernon."
No way. That cannot happen. But it is. The other night, my feet blew up like balloons. Not as bad as they used to, but there it was. Yeah, I'd had a lot of sodium. That needs to stop, too.
So today, I keep track. Today, I am mindful of what I'm putting in my mouth. Even if it doesn't stop me from doing it, I am mindful. I will keep track.
And tomorrow? I will do the same
Good for you! I know you mentioned you had done 1250 calories a day for a long time. That is really low, but you must know what it takes because you lost so much. Think of your recent months as a reset time. Your body might have thought you were starving so it held on. Now, after getting more calories for a while, you may start losing again. Remember it takes a long time! I read that you should eat more calories at least one day every week or two so your body doesn't reset at a lower metabolism level. They should be healthy calories however, not sweet indulgence empty calories.
ReplyDeleteI gained four pounds Thanksgiving weekend. I've eaten salads for three days, and I am now back to what I was last week.
Now my challenge will be to hold the line thru the Christmas season.
We can do this!
We are strong, beautiful women!