Stats- F, 24, 5'4" SW1 (September 2017-July 2019): 189, SW2 (July 2019-Jan 6 2020): 177, CW: 173, GW1: 160, GW2: 140
• The kitchen scale and tracking apps are my best friends. Portion sizes according to some nutrition labels are severely wrong. I've learned to weigh ALL my food, including my 5 calorie/serving salsa and juice. Instead of selecting "one serving," I find myself entering the grams/ounces.
• I was extremely dehydrated. I am drinking 96+ oz/day without issue now, but day one I could barely drink 20 oz without having to pee 10 minutes later. Having adjusted, I do still pee more often than when I was literally killing myself without proper water, but I feel better physically and mentally.
• I spend more time at the grocery store. I read nutrition labels, weigh produce, and opt for healthier options. This does mean I'm spending more, as I try to buy for multiple meals in one trip, but the fridge stays stocked longer with healthier foods.
• I've lost my sweet tooth.. and to piggyback off of this, I had my first dairy & sugar added coffee today and felt physically ill. I'm assuming it was from the added dairy and sugar that I'm not drinking anymore. A little piece of chocolate every few nights has been fine, but I can't have those sweet (and expensive!) drinks anymore. The only soda I'm drinking is Coke Zero and that's to use as a mixer for alcohol which I'm now limiting to Saturdays and occasionally one dinner during the week.
• I look forward to working out. Whether it's 30-60 minutes at the gym, a three mile walk, or 60 minutes playing Just Dance in my living room, I crave being active. I never thought I'd be one to WANT to sweat daily.
• I have to appreciate the work I'm doing and not rely on the opinions of others. I was called tiny at work today. Height wise this is false, as I'm the average height for women, and weight wise it is FALSE. I was still obese (by a couple pounds) on the first of January and am now overweight after dropping just over 4 pounds. I didn't magically lose the 38 extra pounds to my goal weight in 10 days. I am not "tiny" or at a healthy weight. I know people mean well and they think that hearing, "you look good." makes me feel good, when in reality, it makes me feel like they're secretly judging and just trying to be nice. There's no noticeable difference in how I look between the 6th and today. I do not look good. I look unhealthy, because I AM unhealthy.
• I don't have to eat my feelings. I've developed a new relationship with food. It's no longer my therapy. I don't run to the fridge first thing in the morning and eat the leftover slice of pizza. I switched to IF 16:8 and it's working wonders. I still occasionally get hungry before my eating period (and half the time it's thirst, not hunger, as water takes care of it), but I don't feel the need to eat ALL THE TIME, especially when I'm down on myself.
• I weigh daily, not expecting a change daily, but to see a trend. I used to obsess over the scale. Now it's just another factor in the entire process. Our weight fluctuates SO MUCH throughout the day and from one day to another. I learned about water retention and how the plateau or small gain might actually just be your body getting used to proper exercise. The overall trend is what matters, not the half pound difference when you're at a deficit and exercising.
• I'm genuinely happier. Having a goal and working towards it has improved my mood and outlook on life.
My "aha" moment of needing to lose weight was an engagement ring on my finger, not my doctor telling me I was obese. I didn't care what the doctor said, I thought everything was fine. Then my fiancé proposed and I got to thinking really hard about our future together and what I want. I don't want to look back at my engagement and wedding photos and think, "I look like crap," or "I'm unhealthy." I want to remember the memory of that day to come. I want to be able to walk down the aisle without aches in my knees, hips, and back. I want to be proud of how I look and feel on that day and know in the future that it was all worth it.
It's been a long journey. I didn't take anything seriously after I lost the first 12 pounds (SW: 189) which took nearly TWO YEARS. It isn't an easy journey, and I'll tell you, weighing macaroni and cheese REALLY SUCKS. But I promise, it IS worth it. Four pounds down, 38 to go. We've all got this!
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