I’ve been in a bad place for about a year with my weight loss efforts. 2010 was great. 2011 was shaky. 2012 has been a disaster.
I’ve officially regained about 50 of my nearly 70 pounds lost on Weight Watchers. I’m not sure exactly why I lost focus and let the weight creep back, but it’s really not working out anymore.
My back hurts, I have indigestion, I get winded reading the kids bedtime stories aloud, I can’t even pretend my clothes fit anymore and finally went up a size, I have less energy and a bad attitude. It’s funny how you don’t notice that happening until you look at the sum of things.
I was looking back on where I was last year at this time and I’m disappointed by how far from that I am. Last year at this time I had finished a 10k, spent a good part of the summer at the beach, was gearing up for the Warrior Dash, weighed the same as I did 15 years ago and was two full sizes smaller. I was feeling pretty good. I was becoming less enchanted with the Weight Watchers meeting experience and had already started shopping for a new leader.
I couldn’t quite get my schedule together, then the holidays hit. From my daughter’s early October birthday straight through Valentine’s day, I had lots of reasons to celebrate with food and I did. I think without my Saturday morning anchor, it’s been easier for me to minimize the accumulation of many small gains and start avoiding the scale altogether. I had to go with the flow more than usual and wasn’t as vigilant in sticking with my meal planning. Forget about exercise.
By January, the leader at the new WW location I’d found quit and I was left to find another fit. I spent the spring on and off between my original meeting and trying out a really popular midweek meeting, but neither stuck, so I abandoned ship. Of course, I kept paying until this month, but stopped going or following the plan quite a while ago.
On the exercise front, I’ve continued to use my treadmill off and on, I signed up for a 30 Day Shred challenge on facebook and stuck with it for a week, I’ve gone walking on our neighborhood trail exactly twice and ridden my bike with my son as many times. I flaked on the Lupus 5k this year, but did donate! I signed up for the Ranch Romp and gave my registration to a friend of a friend instead of participating. I didn’t sign up for the Wharf to Wharf and have declined invitations to the Warrior Dash. My Friday walking buddy moved out of town, and truthfully, for the last three months of the school year, we chose to walk the 1/4 mile to Starbucks and back rather than our 2+ mile neighborhood walk after drop off anyhow.
Now that I’ve got that off my chest, where do things stand?
I’ve realized some things about myself. I am at my best with a structured plan. I can’t hinge my motivation on others. My weight is directly connected to my self confidence. I know what I need to do, but who doesn’t? I perform very well under pressure. Money makes poor choices too easy. I need praise. I thrive with routine.
With all of that in mind, I’m recommitting.
- I will spend the next two weeks tracking everything I eat with MyFitnessPal to try and establish some kind of routine/habit. It’s set my daily goal at 1260 calories and I can add more calories with activity.
- I will weigh myself every morning. Some people say to only weigh once a week while trying to lose, but from my experience, I need to do it daily or I forget to do it at all. It also helps keep me from sweating fluctuation. If I see my weight vary by three pounds between days, the once a week snapshot loses a little impact – for better or worse.
In two weeks, I’ll evaluate and either add another element or extend my focus on these two goals. In the end, I want to get my groove back and find my way to better health and feeling good.
And with that, I’m off…