When you’re working to lose 100 pounds – which is my goal – that number is pretty daunting. That’s why I’ve broken it down into 10 pound mini-goals. Today I hit that first milepost. I’m finally down 10 pounds! (I was hoping to be able to write this post yesterday, but I was still over by a tenth of a pound and I don’t want to get into the habit of rounding down.)
When I went to the doctor for a check-up in late March, I weighed the most I ever have. For the next month or so I yo-yoed over a five pound range, eventually settling around the five pounds lost mark for another month-ish. Over the last two weeks those next five pounds have just disappeared, three of them falling off this week.
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the weight loss pattern appears to line up with acquiring a fitness band just over two weeks ago, then starting to log caloric intake just over a week ago. I haven’t made any drastic changes. I’ve just been more aware of what I am or am not doing and making small adjustments here and there.
For example, someone brought bagels and cream cheese to the office for everyone earlier this week. Normally I’d tell myself, “I don’t need it. I’m trying to be better.” Of course I’d eventually cave and say, “Screw it. Gimme,” then go slather a bagel with cream cheese and wolf it down. This time because I’d already logged everything I planned to eat for the day, I knew I didn’t have any wiggle room. That made it much easier to ignore the temptation. Never mind the part where I exercised after work and ended up with a calorie deficit for the day, so technically had plenty of room for the bagel. That’s another slippery slope I don’t want to get anywhere near.
I’m sure quitting smoking has also helped a ton. It’s been just over six weeks since I last did any regular smoking, and just over three weeks since my last “Let’s see if the Chantix is really doing what it says it does” experiment – which I have no need or desire to repeat. Exercise is getting easier. I’m starting to sleep a little better, Chantix side effects notwithstanding. Thanks to some noise-cancelling headphones acquired at work, my stress levels have also noticeably decreased… mostly Any thoughts of having a cigarette are just that – thoughts. Recognizing that I’m in a place or doing an activity where I would have normally smoked helps me realize I don’t actually want to smoke. It’s what I’d become accustomed to doing in those situations, so my brain goes there out of habit. And the thought is never strong enough to make me want to go buy a pack, or even bum a smoke from a friend. So that’s good.
I do know that losing 3 pounds a week is not sustainable. As much as I’d love to be rid of the next 90 pounds by early January, that’s just not going to happen. Which is fine, since I also don’t think that would be a particularly healthy way to go about it. This is probably mostly water weight that I’m dropping so quickly, and I expect it to taper off any day now. And that’s okay. This is a process.