So, I have been losing weight slowly since February. I'll lose a couple of pounds, and then I'll plateau. Then I'll lose a few more and plateau. Then I'll gain two and lose three and plateau and so forth. But the general trend has been downward...to the tune of 32 pounds as of this week.
I have to say that I was disappointed all spring and summer with the sluggish crawl of my weight loss, especially when my husband-to-be dropped some weight in what seemed like a weekend and everybody noticed him but didn't notice me. (Please understand that I am not bitter--I am very proud of my man. He worked very hard.)
So I told myself what I've always told myself. The next time I lose weight, it's going to be healthy, or I'm not going to do it. And not even thinking about the weight loss so much as the health factor of the meals and activities in my day is about the healthiest way I can lose weight. And if my body wants to fight me every step of the way and take six years to do it, then that's the way it has to be. It's nobody's fault but my own that my metabolism is shot to hell.
So, even when I went down a pants size and no one noticed, I told myself that was just fine. I finally got over my month and a half slump after my vacation and was able to lose two more pounds: one two weeks ago and one over the weekend. And even though my capris and some of my shirts are to big for me, I've been wearing them because I don't really feel like buying new clothes. I just have a brief layover in this size; I'm not planning to tour the city and buy a T-shirt to remember it by.
And apparently, that last pound was a doozy because everybody I've seen in the last two days has been complimenting me on how good I am looking. Even if I just saw them two weeks ago. That or they only noticed because I went from my smaller jeans to my too-big dress pants yesterday because that is all I have that I didn't wear out on my way up to my old size.
So, in any case, it's very rewarding to have people finally notice. It's still a little weird, though, that one pound can make so much difference.
Just a few musings. My flammable entry from yesterday is much better. Feel free to read that instead. ;)
Posted by LoWriter at August 12, 2008 12:47 PM"I'm not planning to tour the city and buy a t-shirt to remember it by"....Lol...you are hilarious... :)
Posted by: at August 12, 2008 07:48 PMThanks! I do what I can for the good of the people. ;)
Posted by: Lo at August 14, 2008 03:16 PMSo, this guy I worked for (when I worked with people with disabilities) was also trying to lose weight. Only difference with him is that EVERYTHING was SUPER regulated, because of where he lived. His meals were weighed out for him. He took in exactly X oz of water a day. Also, since he was wheel-chair bound, his exercise was basically the same every day.
I mention this because I watched him lose weight over the course of two years, and it worked just the way you describe it: He'd lose a pound or two, plateau, lose a little more, plateau, etc. He's about the best test-case I can think of, and he proved something to me: When I stop losing weight, it might not be my fault or that the diet isn't working. Wait a few weeks, I'll start losing it again. His "case study" has always encouraged me.
Signed,
The-woman-who-is-currently-gaining-at-least-a-lb-a-week (but hopes soon to lose 20 lbs in a month, and then 20 more lbs before the end of next year... I hope.)
Wow.
I have been MIA for too long.
Husband-to-be?!?! So much changes in two-threeish years!
Posted by: Mardou at August 29, 2008 08:31 AM