Last weigh-in (12/13/2013) : 142.2 lb
This weigh-in (1/11/2014) : 142.0 lb
Change : 0.2 lb lost
Total weight loss since Izzie : 58.4 lbs
Well, we are
back from all our traveling from Christmas and back into our routine. I
think I can count the number of home cook meals we had on one hand. We
were constantly running places and meeting people for meals, so it was
not the healthiest of eating. Add in the countless cookies, candy, and
big holiday meals and I didn't even want to think about the damage.
I
treat the first week back from a trip like that as a kind of detox.
It's a shock to your system to go from glutinous eating to clean eating,
so you shock your system into dropping some weight fast. That's why
people starting a diet lose the most that first week or so. It's a
great way to jump start and also a good way to get back on track. We
were snowed in almost all week since being back and I was in the house
with only a small amount of food and a lot of leftover candy. I really
had to control myself since it wasn't an option to leave the house to
hit the gym to balance things out. We also all got sick earlier this
week, so that curbed my appetite quite a bit. I was happy to step on
the scale for the first time in a month and see a slight loss. I
would've understood a gain and probably would've seen one if I wasn't
still part-time breastfeeding.
Meeting rooms and gyms are packed with people this time of year and by March they will be back to normal with the regulars still holding down the fort. I can't tell you how many meetings I have sat in where people complain about how hard it is to lose weight during the summer and they'll be back in the fall. I completely disagree and feel like I lose way more weight in the summer versus the winter. In the summer, there is an unlimited variety of fresh fruit in grocery stores. The weather is beautiful, making you want to be outside. You have grill-outs. In the winter, the weather is cold so you don't want to leave your house. There's snow which makes the roads dangerous, and you don't want to risk your kids' lives just to get to the gym. Hitting the gym won't matter if you kill yourself getting there. The food selection isn't that great in stores and you want to hibernate eating higher calorie options. I'm more than ready for warmer weather.
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Saturday, January 11, 2014
Saturday, March 24, 2012
A Rollercoaster Week, but a Step in the Right Direction
This week has been interesting to say the least. I definitely buckled down, although I know I can try and be even better this week. The only time I had a pastry was when I had my first apple strudel in Germany on Saturday night when I went out with my friends. I think that's the least amount of baked goods in a week I've had since we've been here.
I stepped on the scale mid-week and was down about half a pound, so I was starting to feel like what I was doing was working. I got back on the scale yesterday to see if going to weigh-in this week was possible and I was blown out of the water. The number staring back at me was 161.2lb! That meant in the time between Tuesday and Friday, I went up 2.6lb! I was just dumbfounded, thinking what I could have done in those three days that would set me back in such a huge way. I had started walking with friends, so I thought that was going to help me. I felt really defeated in that moment, because I was making better choices, yet I was putting on weight as fast as I was when I was making bad choices. I was starting to have images in my head of how much I would weigh when we went home in just under four months if things continued this way, and that just scared the hell out of me.
Fortunately, when I stepped on the scale this morning, I was back at 158.4lb. I had talked to both my mom and Andy on Friday in despair, and they both suggested that the sodium in the food has something to do with these huge fluctuations. I can't think of any other reason for the weight to come on and come off in such huge numbers in a matter of 24 hours or so.
I am going to try even harder this week and hopefully be down to 157lb, where I can at least weigh-in and not lose my lifetime membership status. That would greatly upset me, so I need to do everything in my power to see that it doesn't come to that. Last week, I was able to cut down dramatically on the number of baked goods I was eating and this week I'm going to try and focus on tracking everything and only eating when I'm hungry. Hopefully, those two things, in addition to the decreased baked goods, can get me where I need to be next Saturday.
I stepped on the scale mid-week and was down about half a pound, so I was starting to feel like what I was doing was working. I got back on the scale yesterday to see if going to weigh-in this week was possible and I was blown out of the water. The number staring back at me was 161.2lb! That meant in the time between Tuesday and Friday, I went up 2.6lb! I was just dumbfounded, thinking what I could have done in those three days that would set me back in such a huge way. I had started walking with friends, so I thought that was going to help me. I felt really defeated in that moment, because I was making better choices, yet I was putting on weight as fast as I was when I was making bad choices. I was starting to have images in my head of how much I would weigh when we went home in just under four months if things continued this way, and that just scared the hell out of me.
Fortunately, when I stepped on the scale this morning, I was back at 158.4lb. I had talked to both my mom and Andy on Friday in despair, and they both suggested that the sodium in the food has something to do with these huge fluctuations. I can't think of any other reason for the weight to come on and come off in such huge numbers in a matter of 24 hours or so.
I am going to try even harder this week and hopefully be down to 157lb, where I can at least weigh-in and not lose my lifetime membership status. That would greatly upset me, so I need to do everything in my power to see that it doesn't come to that. Last week, I was able to cut down dramatically on the number of baked goods I was eating and this week I'm going to try and focus on tracking everything and only eating when I'm hungry. Hopefully, those two things, in addition to the decreased baked goods, can get me where I need to be next Saturday.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Scale Shock
Earlier this week I made some resolutions to get myself back on track. Well of course, there's the initial reaction that you want to get being bad out of your system and that's just as bad. Our friends had gotten me a Swiss truffle cake for my birthday, so that was eaten during the week. I went out with friends a few times and ate badly. I was just at a point where I couldn't help myself.
Yesterday was the first time I was on the scale since before Switzerland, which was only a week and a half before. Before Switzerland, I was 154.6lb and when I got on the scale yesterday I was 159lb!!! It was so shocking it took a few minutes to really sink in. That means that not only have I gained almost 10lb in the two months that we've been here, I've gained 4.4lb in the last week and a half. I could easily use traveling as an excuse, but that would be a lie because in all the trips we've made in the last year, I've come out with a loss at the end of the week.
I'm even 2lb above my buffer weight for lifetime, so I can't even think of going to a meeting to weigh-in for this month until I've lost that 2lb. There are only two weekends left in March, so I am on the clock and that's never a good feeling. It also doesn't help that Andy also got on the scale and hasn't gained a single pound the whole time we've been here. I just don't understand how that's even possible since he eats a hot lunch at work every day and the Germans eat their "dinner" at our lunchtime.
Being here is hard with the lack of variety and light options, but I'm not making good options outside of the house. I was at a point where I was always saying, tomorrow I'll start being better. Then tomorrow would come and I'd be just as bad as the day before. I can honestly say that although I've had upswings before, I've never put on weight this fast.
I've had several breakdowns over here, wanting to come home, and mainly it's due to weight gain and the never ending stream of temptations that I can't seem to turn down. I see something good and I get it, no matter if I'm hungry or not.
Even before I started this blog, my weight issues have been a public struggle, so it's hard to separate my weight from my identity anymore. Growing up, I was under constant scrutiny by my extended family. Even when I was newly pregnant with Brady and had barely gained 3lb, I found out later that although they didn't know I was pregnant, they were discussing that I'd put on some weight. I can't even imagine 3lb being that noticeable. All my friends know I'm on weight watchers and as soon as anyone knows, I'm forever under the microscope. People watch everything I eat, questioning whether or not I am even allowed to eat certain things. It's a lot of pressure. So when I got to 148lb and was starting to feel really great about myself, I was thinking that there was no going back, not only for my self-esteem, but because of what people would think or say about me.
I'm very self-conscious, even when I'm at my lowest weight. I worry about what people will think about how I look in the clothes that I wear. I've mentioned before that I'm not the type to dress nicely every day and that means even in jeans because I like to be comfortable. Last night, I went out with some other mom friends here and because my jeans were tight, I had to wear yoga pants. I was then thinking what they would think of me. I didn't bring many nice things here because of the freight weight restriction. I have a lot of sweats and right now only a few of them fit.
I am horrified to think that I might have to resort to the few maternity pants I brought with me just in case we decided to try for baby #2. At this point that's not even something we can discuss because the stress of being here, the new food situation, the time change, and the weight gain combined have completely stopped my cycle. I've taken several pregnancy tests just in case and they are all negative, so that's not even a possibility. It's crazy to think that something like a move overseas can affect your body so severely.
I've talked to some of the other ladies here who sympathize with me because they are in the same boat of wanting to lose weight, but it's difficult over here. One lady walks with her daughter in the stroller every day to get her to sleep and takes the train to different parks in the city so it's not the same scenery all the time. She has a monthly train pass and initially I thought it would be a wash for me because it would cost the same as if I took the train twice a week, which is what I was currently doing. The more I thought about it, the better the monthly pass option sounded. That would mean I wouldn't always need cash on hand if I wanted to get out of the house and I could go out every day if I wanted to and just walk if the weather is nice. I also intent to get a monthly pass the the zoo in the next few weeks and that will be another great opportunity to get out and walk, and for Brady to enjoy as well.
It's going to take some major changes on my part, both in attitude and actions. I don't want to come home two weeks before our beach vacation and not be able to wear my bathing suits, which I was started to get really comfortable about wearing at my lowest weight. I would like to have a second child sometime in the near future and would hate to start at a higher weight than I started with Brady.
Yesterday was the first time I was on the scale since before Switzerland, which was only a week and a half before. Before Switzerland, I was 154.6lb and when I got on the scale yesterday I was 159lb!!! It was so shocking it took a few minutes to really sink in. That means that not only have I gained almost 10lb in the two months that we've been here, I've gained 4.4lb in the last week and a half. I could easily use traveling as an excuse, but that would be a lie because in all the trips we've made in the last year, I've come out with a loss at the end of the week.
I'm even 2lb above my buffer weight for lifetime, so I can't even think of going to a meeting to weigh-in for this month until I've lost that 2lb. There are only two weekends left in March, so I am on the clock and that's never a good feeling. It also doesn't help that Andy also got on the scale and hasn't gained a single pound the whole time we've been here. I just don't understand how that's even possible since he eats a hot lunch at work every day and the Germans eat their "dinner" at our lunchtime.
Being here is hard with the lack of variety and light options, but I'm not making good options outside of the house. I was at a point where I was always saying, tomorrow I'll start being better. Then tomorrow would come and I'd be just as bad as the day before. I can honestly say that although I've had upswings before, I've never put on weight this fast.
I've had several breakdowns over here, wanting to come home, and mainly it's due to weight gain and the never ending stream of temptations that I can't seem to turn down. I see something good and I get it, no matter if I'm hungry or not.
Even before I started this blog, my weight issues have been a public struggle, so it's hard to separate my weight from my identity anymore. Growing up, I was under constant scrutiny by my extended family. Even when I was newly pregnant with Brady and had barely gained 3lb, I found out later that although they didn't know I was pregnant, they were discussing that I'd put on some weight. I can't even imagine 3lb being that noticeable. All my friends know I'm on weight watchers and as soon as anyone knows, I'm forever under the microscope. People watch everything I eat, questioning whether or not I am even allowed to eat certain things. It's a lot of pressure. So when I got to 148lb and was starting to feel really great about myself, I was thinking that there was no going back, not only for my self-esteem, but because of what people would think or say about me.
I'm very self-conscious, even when I'm at my lowest weight. I worry about what people will think about how I look in the clothes that I wear. I've mentioned before that I'm not the type to dress nicely every day and that means even in jeans because I like to be comfortable. Last night, I went out with some other mom friends here and because my jeans were tight, I had to wear yoga pants. I was then thinking what they would think of me. I didn't bring many nice things here because of the freight weight restriction. I have a lot of sweats and right now only a few of them fit.
I am horrified to think that I might have to resort to the few maternity pants I brought with me just in case we decided to try for baby #2. At this point that's not even something we can discuss because the stress of being here, the new food situation, the time change, and the weight gain combined have completely stopped my cycle. I've taken several pregnancy tests just in case and they are all negative, so that's not even a possibility. It's crazy to think that something like a move overseas can affect your body so severely.
I've talked to some of the other ladies here who sympathize with me because they are in the same boat of wanting to lose weight, but it's difficult over here. One lady walks with her daughter in the stroller every day to get her to sleep and takes the train to different parks in the city so it's not the same scenery all the time. She has a monthly train pass and initially I thought it would be a wash for me because it would cost the same as if I took the train twice a week, which is what I was currently doing. The more I thought about it, the better the monthly pass option sounded. That would mean I wouldn't always need cash on hand if I wanted to get out of the house and I could go out every day if I wanted to and just walk if the weather is nice. I also intent to get a monthly pass the the zoo in the next few weeks and that will be another great opportunity to get out and walk, and for Brady to enjoy as well.
It's going to take some major changes on my part, both in attitude and actions. I don't want to come home two weeks before our beach vacation and not be able to wear my bathing suits, which I was started to get really comfortable about wearing at my lowest weight. I would like to have a second child sometime in the near future and would hate to start at a higher weight than I started with Brady.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Reaching a Breaking Point
We've been in Germany just shy of two months and I've reached a breaking point. I had a pair of jeans that were my favorite "skinny" jeans. When I went down below 155lb, they became my "fat" jeans because they were way too big. This past weekend, I brought them with me, and when I put them on, they were uncomfortably tight. The only time they've ever felt that way in those jeans was when I was around 165lbs and I know I'm nowhere near there. That just scared the crap out of me.
I'm still in a point where I'm putting up a fight, but not a very good one, so the weight is still coming on. I'm not very happy here, so it's easier for me to give in to eating than pick a healthy option, but that has to change. I don't feel better when I don't fit into my clothes well and I don't have an endless supply of sizes in my closet.
Most people make a New Years resolution, but since my birthday was two days ago, I'm going to make a birthday resolution. Here's the list of things I'm going to try to do to turn my situation here around:
That probably seems like a long list, but there are so many moving parts in weight loss and weight management.
I haven't been on a scale since before our trip to Switzerland this past weekend and I know I was about a pound up from the last official weekend, and I know it could easily have gotten worse in the last week. A huge sticking point for people frustrated with small loses in meeting rooms, was that the weight didn't come on overnight, so the weight coming off won't either. Sometimes I agree with that, but right now I'm having a hard time. I keep thinking in my head that if I continue gaining at this rate, I'll be up almost 20lb by the time we come home and I just can't deal with that mentally. I've had periods of weight gain during the course of my journey, but I made more bad choices during those times. I feel frustrated and helpless with the limited variety and light choices here and sometimes when I feel bad for myself, I just say, "It's not fair."
I'm still in a point where I'm putting up a fight, but not a very good one, so the weight is still coming on. I'm not very happy here, so it's easier for me to give in to eating than pick a healthy option, but that has to change. I don't feel better when I don't fit into my clothes well and I don't have an endless supply of sizes in my closet.
Most people make a New Years resolution, but since my birthday was two days ago, I'm going to make a birthday resolution. Here's the list of things I'm going to try to do to turn my situation here around:
- Track more consistently
- Eat a maximum of two pastry/bread items a week
- Make healthier choices when I'm away from the house
- Plan to cook more meals instead of filling my freezer with pre-made ones
- Drink more water
- Pick more filling snacks
- Go for a walk with Brady when we have nothing else planned and the weather is nice enough (no rain), instead of staying inside the house
- Try to have a more positive attitude
- Eating only when I'm hungry and not when I'm bored (which is all to often here)
- Stick to the food plan I have for the week
- Ration out the Swiss chocolates we recently acquired so they don't create more of a problem
- Stop thinking about my weight all the time (which is easier said than done)
- Try to manage the pre-dinner slump a lot better instead of eating anything I can find and then not being hungry for dinner and eating it anyway
That probably seems like a long list, but there are so many moving parts in weight loss and weight management.
I haven't been on a scale since before our trip to Switzerland this past weekend and I know I was about a pound up from the last official weekend, and I know it could easily have gotten worse in the last week. A huge sticking point for people frustrated with small loses in meeting rooms, was that the weight didn't come on overnight, so the weight coming off won't either. Sometimes I agree with that, but right now I'm having a hard time. I keep thinking in my head that if I continue gaining at this rate, I'll be up almost 20lb by the time we come home and I just can't deal with that mentally. I've had periods of weight gain during the course of my journey, but I made more bad choices during those times. I feel frustrated and helpless with the limited variety and light choices here and sometimes when I feel bad for myself, I just say, "It's not fair."
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
February 2012 Stats
Starting weight : 150.0 lb
Ending weight : 154.0 lb
Change : 4 lb gained (average 1 lb gained per week)
This time last year : 170.8 lb
I'm not very happy with this month. I've had a little bit of trouble adjusting to the food situation here in Germany, and I hope I will be able to change things and get back to where I was. The last time I gained this much in a single month, I was pregnant with Brady, so that number is very hard to see.
Ending weight : 154.0 lb
Change : 4 lb gained (average 1 lb gained per week)
This time last year : 170.8 lb
I'm not very happy with this month. I've had a little bit of trouble adjusting to the food situation here in Germany, and I hope I will be able to change things and get back to where I was. The last time I gained this much in a single month, I was pregnant with Brady, so that number is very hard to see.
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