Last weigh-in (10/5/2013) : 149.0 lb
This weigh-in (10/12/2013) : 146.8 lb
Change : 2.2 lb lost
Total weight loss since Izzie : 53.6 lbs
I finally did it! Exactly 20 months and 3 weeks after I stepped on the plane to Germany, I am back at the weight I was that day! Coming home 20lbs heavier and being pregnant before we got home, watching the weight creep up for another nine months, I despaired that I might never get back here again in those darkest of days. I kicked that attitude in the butt the minute Izzie was born and decided that I would be there before Christmas. Hard work, determination, and sheer willpower are what led me back here and not only did I reach that weight, I blew through it!
It's time to start thinking about a new (and final) goal before I start the long lifetime- journey of maintenance. I'm not done having kids, so there will come times when it becomes necessary to kick it into weight-loss mode once again, but by reaching my ultimate goal before then, I will have less to lose before maintenance become the norm again. So much of my family hasn't seen me in months and I'm excited to blow everyone away when I next see them. My 93 year old grandma sees us maybe once a year (if that) and the last two times she saw me was when Brady was 10 months old (170lbs) and last year when I was seven months pregnant with Izzie (189lbs). She's likely to think I'm sickly because she's never seen me thin.
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Saturday, October 12, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Weigh-in for 9/27/2013 ~ Back in the 140s!!!
Last weigh-in (9/21/2013) : 150.8 lb
This weigh-in (9/27/2013) : 149.8 lb
Change : 1 lb lost
Germany weight loss : 18.2lb of 19.8lb gained
Total weight loss since Izzie : 50.6 lbs
I can't begin to tell you how good it feels to get under 150lbs again after all the struggles of the last 18 months. In the back of my mind, I always wonder what would've happened weight wise had we not gone to Germany and it makes me a little sad. I can't dwell on that now, especially since I am so close to getting back to where I was before we stepped on that airplane.
Losing over 50lbs in less than 7 months is something I never thought myself capable of, considering it took me over 5 years from my first day of Weight Watchers to get from where I started to get to lifetime weight (42lbs lost). I have to give a big part of the credit to the work I do in the gym on a weekly basis. In the past, I've tried to lose weight either through exercise or eating better, but never both at the same time until the last few years. Using one or the other either led to no loss, or not enough loss to change much in the way of inches because the fat wasn't getting replaced by much firmer muscle mass.
As an overweight and obese child and teen, I hated recess and gym at school. I was never athletic in sports that required much speed. My main sports were volleyball and swimming, and even in swimming, I was better at endurance than sprints. I'm not proud of this, but there was even a time I pretended to sprain my ankle so I didn't have to go to volleyball practice one day because we were going to have to run. Never would I have thought then that I'd be one of the regulars at the gym. The people at the gym daycare know my kids the minute we walk in and if we miss a day because one of the kids is sick or we're out of town, they tell us that they wondered where we were. There's more to it than just the physical benefits at this point in my life. It's a mental release as well. I get to have someone else watch my kids, while they get to run around and play with other kids and toys they don't have at home. I get some much needed time to myself and I don't seem to mind too much that it's hard work. It'll be weird when I have to shift to maintain mode and I don't go quite as frequently (likely twice a week instead of three times).
This weigh-in (9/27/2013) : 149.8 lb
Change : 1 lb lost
Germany weight loss : 18.2lb of 19.8lb gained
Total weight loss since Izzie : 50.6 lbs
I can't begin to tell you how good it feels to get under 150lbs again after all the struggles of the last 18 months. In the back of my mind, I always wonder what would've happened weight wise had we not gone to Germany and it makes me a little sad. I can't dwell on that now, especially since I am so close to getting back to where I was before we stepped on that airplane.
Losing over 50lbs in less than 7 months is something I never thought myself capable of, considering it took me over 5 years from my first day of Weight Watchers to get from where I started to get to lifetime weight (42lbs lost). I have to give a big part of the credit to the work I do in the gym on a weekly basis. In the past, I've tried to lose weight either through exercise or eating better, but never both at the same time until the last few years. Using one or the other either led to no loss, or not enough loss to change much in the way of inches because the fat wasn't getting replaced by much firmer muscle mass.
As an overweight and obese child and teen, I hated recess and gym at school. I was never athletic in sports that required much speed. My main sports were volleyball and swimming, and even in swimming, I was better at endurance than sprints. I'm not proud of this, but there was even a time I pretended to sprain my ankle so I didn't have to go to volleyball practice one day because we were going to have to run. Never would I have thought then that I'd be one of the regulars at the gym. The people at the gym daycare know my kids the minute we walk in and if we miss a day because one of the kids is sick or we're out of town, they tell us that they wondered where we were. There's more to it than just the physical benefits at this point in my life. It's a mental release as well. I get to have someone else watch my kids, while they get to run around and play with other kids and toys they don't have at home. I get some much needed time to myself and I don't seem to mind too much that it's hard work. It'll be weird when I have to shift to maintain mode and I don't go quite as frequently (likely twice a week instead of three times).
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Weigh-in for 6/1/2013
Last weigh-in (5/23/2013) : 172.4 lb
This weigh-in (6/1/2013) : 170.6 lb
Change : 1.8lb lost
Total loss postpartum : 29.8lb of 32.4lb gained
Amount needed to get back to WW lifetime weight : 15.6 lbs
I won't lie, I'm truly shocked with how great of a number I got this week. We were home for four full days with an event almost every single day. There was eating out, ice cream, cake, and many other sweets. I only got to the gym once in the short week at home. I'm slowly inching closer and closer to pre-pregnancy weight and that's so exciting with Izzie turning three months old tomorrow.
The last time I took a look at a comparison between postpartum weight loss with Izzie and Brady, Izzie was two months old and I was the same weight as when Brady was six months old (a four month difference). Now that she's about to turn three months old, I took a look to see when I got to this weight after Brady. I was this weight the day he turned 1! That's now a nine month difference. Seeing that sure makes me feel better about the Europe weight gain because soon I'll be tackling that instead of pregnancy weight.
Although it feels great to have clothes getting looser, there are things where my mind and my body differ. I was at 175lbs when I bought my first bikini and felt like I looked great. I was trying on bathing suits a few days ago because the pools are open and I was ready to take the kids, but didn't know which suits would work. I was able to get on many of the tankinis I wore when Brady took swim lessons as a baby and also the one I wore last summer. I knew my bikini bottoms wouldn't fit, but I had larger ones from when I first started wearing them. I tried one on and thought that maybe I could be comfortable wearing them at the beach in about seven weeks if the weight keeps coming off at this rate. Later that day, I wore one of the tankinis to the pool and felt terrible about how I looked in it, so the thought of putting the bikinis back on this year got pushed to next year. We'll see how I look and feel in seven weeks.
This weigh-in (6/1/2013) : 170.6 lb
Change : 1.8lb lost
Total loss postpartum : 29.8lb of 32.4lb gained
Amount needed to get back to WW lifetime weight : 15.6 lbs
I won't lie, I'm truly shocked with how great of a number I got this week. We were home for four full days with an event almost every single day. There was eating out, ice cream, cake, and many other sweets. I only got to the gym once in the short week at home. I'm slowly inching closer and closer to pre-pregnancy weight and that's so exciting with Izzie turning three months old tomorrow.
The last time I took a look at a comparison between postpartum weight loss with Izzie and Brady, Izzie was two months old and I was the same weight as when Brady was six months old (a four month difference). Now that she's about to turn three months old, I took a look to see when I got to this weight after Brady. I was this weight the day he turned 1! That's now a nine month difference. Seeing that sure makes me feel better about the Europe weight gain because soon I'll be tackling that instead of pregnancy weight.
Although it feels great to have clothes getting looser, there are things where my mind and my body differ. I was at 175lbs when I bought my first bikini and felt like I looked great. I was trying on bathing suits a few days ago because the pools are open and I was ready to take the kids, but didn't know which suits would work. I was able to get on many of the tankinis I wore when Brady took swim lessons as a baby and also the one I wore last summer. I knew my bikini bottoms wouldn't fit, but I had larger ones from when I first started wearing them. I tried one on and thought that maybe I could be comfortable wearing them at the beach in about seven weeks if the weight keeps coming off at this rate. Later that day, I wore one of the tankinis to the pool and felt terrible about how I looked in it, so the thought of putting the bikinis back on this year got pushed to next year. We'll see how I look and feel in seven weeks.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
A Light at the End of the Tunnel
In 20 days we will be on a plane headed back to the States and although I've enjoyed our travels, it won't be one minute too soon.
I haven't been on the scale since early May and at that point I was 166lb. I haven't dared to step on since, but I know that things are bad since I have about four pairs of pants that actually fit me now. On our most recent trip, I caught an image of myself in the full-length mirror in the hotel. I really didn't like what I saw and was forever grateful that our apartment only has mirrors that show us from the shoulders up or I'd feel even worse about myself every day.
I hate feeling uncomfortable every minute of every day and I know that I only have myself to blame. There are some factors that are beyond my control here (such as the minimum fat content on meat here being 13%), but I'm sure the brunt of the blame falls to me.
As if I didn't feel bad enough about myself, I know that going home, everyone who hasn't seen me since Christmas when I was at my lowest is going to be commenting on how I look now (whether to my face or behind my back). To top things off, all my "fat" clothes are in a storage unit that I won't have access to until we have a permanent residence, so I'll have to buy new clothes as soon as we get home. There's nothing I hate more than buying clothes in a bigger size when I know that I have them already. I'll even have to buy new bathing suits for the beach, since I doubt that I'll be bikini ready only six weeks from our return.
Although it's super convenient when it comes to feeding Brady, I will not miss the easy access to street food. In the States, you have to consciously make the effort to eat out, whereas here food is everywhere. I'm hoping that the instant decrease in fat content and carbs in my diet will help give me a jump start when I get back and the number isn't as bad as I think it's going to be when I step on a scale in a meeting during the first week in July.
When we touch down in the States, I'll be starting at square one, but I know from past upswings that I can take the weight off, it's just a matter of hard work and will power. I can guarantee I'll be in the gym within 24 hours of our return because I just hate the way that I feel. In the meantime, I'll be rocking out to "Fat Bottomed Girls" (either original of Glee version) and "Stronger" by Kelly Clarkson.
I haven't been on the scale since early May and at that point I was 166lb. I haven't dared to step on since, but I know that things are bad since I have about four pairs of pants that actually fit me now. On our most recent trip, I caught an image of myself in the full-length mirror in the hotel. I really didn't like what I saw and was forever grateful that our apartment only has mirrors that show us from the shoulders up or I'd feel even worse about myself every day.
I hate feeling uncomfortable every minute of every day and I know that I only have myself to blame. There are some factors that are beyond my control here (such as the minimum fat content on meat here being 13%), but I'm sure the brunt of the blame falls to me.
As if I didn't feel bad enough about myself, I know that going home, everyone who hasn't seen me since Christmas when I was at my lowest is going to be commenting on how I look now (whether to my face or behind my back). To top things off, all my "fat" clothes are in a storage unit that I won't have access to until we have a permanent residence, so I'll have to buy new clothes as soon as we get home. There's nothing I hate more than buying clothes in a bigger size when I know that I have them already. I'll even have to buy new bathing suits for the beach, since I doubt that I'll be bikini ready only six weeks from our return.
Although it's super convenient when it comes to feeding Brady, I will not miss the easy access to street food. In the States, you have to consciously make the effort to eat out, whereas here food is everywhere. I'm hoping that the instant decrease in fat content and carbs in my diet will help give me a jump start when I get back and the number isn't as bad as I think it's going to be when I step on a scale in a meeting during the first week in July.
When we touch down in the States, I'll be starting at square one, but I know from past upswings that I can take the weight off, it's just a matter of hard work and will power. I can guarantee I'll be in the gym within 24 hours of our return because I just hate the way that I feel. In the meantime, I'll be rocking out to "Fat Bottomed Girls" (either original of Glee version) and "Stronger" by Kelly Clarkson.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
"Just One Time"
Being home reminds me of family gatherings. Growing up, my extended family never held back about me being overweight. When I started losing weight, they thought it was great, but family gatherings were tough. One minute, they were telling me how great I looked, and the next I was being offered a piece of cake or pie. When I would politely decline (at least towards the beginning of my weight loss), they would say, "It's just one time. It's ok." If I thought like that, every day would turn into "just one time." Now that I'm married into an even larger Italian family than my own, the gatherings have more than doubled.
My youngest cousin is 7, and more overweight than I was a child. She sneaks food and even resorts to stealing change to buy junk food. She's been caught several times, but the behavior continues, just going to show that parents can't always control the childhood obesity epidemic. She gets the same criticism that I endured, but she's constantly getting mixed signals from family. She didn't want to eat her meat at dinner, after eating all the side dishes, and was told that she wouldn't get dessert if she didn't eat it, which led to lots of crying. My Mimi had had enough and finally gave her a second piece of bread and told her she could have it if she finished her meat. I was shocked that she would give her something less healthy in order to eat something healthy. I told her she was sending the wrong signal by bribing with more food, and she took it away from her, which led to more crying.
Where do you draw the line when it comes to making an exception? When I was teaching, there was always food around. When I taught Pre-K, there were two snacks per day and birthdays on top of that. At the elementary level, every Friday, the faculty would take turns bringing in bagels and pastries for everyone. It was very hard to say "just one time," because the next week the temptation would be back. Something I've learned along the way is having temptations around will lead to indulgence. If there's an item in your house or workplace that's a temptation, the more times you have to walk past it, the more likely you are to cave in and eat it. That's why I'm very lucky to be at home during the day with Brady. Some people would think that this leads to eating more and everyone is different, but for me it's the opposite. I don't eat in restaurants by myself, and since Brady's still young, even taking him feels like being by myself. I don't keep anything bad in my house so as not to tempt myself.
Summer 2005 with my PopPop and youngest two cousins
(1 year before I joined Weight Watchers)
Summer 2005 with my PopPop and youngest two cousins(1 year before I joined Weight Watchers)
With my cousin, Lauren
With my cousin, Chloe
With my cousin, Ava
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