FYI: This is a bit of a frustrated whiny/vent post. You’ve been warned.
In 2013, I managed to lose 65 pounds. Once I got rolling, it wasn’t really hard because it became habit. Given the fact that I can be a tiny bit forgetful, I’m actually pretty impressed that everything became so routine for me. It was almost like breathing. I tracked every single calorie I consumed and every single calorie I burned to make sure I stayed on track. I worked out twice a day, every day. I also weighed-in & did measurements weekly. If it looked like Iw as starting to plateau, I changed things up a bit (sometimes food, sometimes workout). By the beginning of September I was 10 pounds to goal. I actually motivated other people. Me. I’m invisible/blends into the crowd girl & suddenly I was inspiring other people to change their own lives. So weird.
Then life happened. I like to blame football for distracting me but it was really a lot more than that. I managed to put back on 5 of that by the end of the year (when the “after” photo above was taken) and another 5 since. I shouldn’t say I managed to do it because I know exactly what happened – beer, wine, a lot of bad food and no exercise. TEN freakin’ pounds. I get that’s not a lot but do you have any idea how hard I work to lose those 10 pounds? Especially those ten pounds. It was the most frustrating, ridiculous struggle because I started to hit a hard plateau after 7 months of pretty consistent loss. I can honestly say I don’t know how I managed to let myself go the way that I did before because these 10 pounds feel… blech. I won’t even get into that, partly because it’s a mental thing that I’m trying to wrap my head around.
So here I am, almost 1 year from when I started, struggling to get motivated again. I’m finding it hard to get back into the swing of everything… meal planning, tracking, working out, all of it. I find it frustrating because it was all so natural to me 6 months ago and I loved it.
This isn’t all whining. I do actually have a plan.
Last week I added lunch-time workouts. This week I’m working on meal planning & calorie tracking. It’s not real helpful when I forget my Fitbit at home like I did today but meh, I can make it work for a day. At least I remembered my heart rate monitor. I’m also completely cutting out caffeine and alcohol again (gulp). Warning to anyone that communicates with me consistently… Whoa, I’m going to be moody. “Feeling hungry” as my body adjusts to a schedule plus trying to remember to write everything down plus no caffeine plus no tasty cocktails. Yeah. Don’t be surprised if I go hermit to avoid lashing out. It was actually my intent to cut out caffeine & drinky treats last week but… in the spirit of honesty, I wasn’t keeping track so I didn’t see the calories so I didn’t care.
Next week I’ll add in my at-home morning workout. I will be reaching for my Turbo-Fire discs. I need the happy, peppy, ass-kickingness that they provide. Then the following week, which is my official 1 year anniversary week, I start a 12-week program so I have to do an official weigh-in, measurements & picture thing. I sincerely hope I don’t faint when I see my measurements and all the progress that I lost. Let’s pray I’m not still mid-meltdown from the lack of caffeine & cocktails.
20ish pounds to goal. I can do this.