Sunday, March 09, 2014
I am one of those people that has to fight for every ounce that I lose. I was hoping to see the scale move down this morning since I've had a good couple of weeks. No luck. It stayed right where it was last week. Hmmm.
I have to wonder why I have such a difficult time dropping the weight. Now don't get me wrong, I do not let the scale define me by any means, but it would be nice. I am over forty--there's a strike against me, but I have been weight training the last two weeks--there's a check for me. Remember muscle weighs more than fat. Hmmm.
About 9 years ago I had gastric bypass surgery in an attempt to help me win my battle of the bulge and help with some health issues that were starting to rear their ugly heads. About a year prior to my surgery I was really struggling with my decision whether or not to have it. Here I was 268 pounds with PCOS (polycyctic ovarian syndrome) struggling for every ounce. I decided to hire a personal trainer, really watch what I ate and exercise faithfully four days a week. I did it religiously for 6 months. At the end I had lost a whopping 5 lbs! Of course I felt great in other ways (more energy, endurance, etc.), but the disappointment of those 5 lbs. helped me make the decision to have the surgery.
Fast forward 9 years and I have regained about 40 pounds of the weight that I had lost. I have started a new journey to create a healthy lifestyle. I no longer have PCOS, but I have other things I am dealing with. The goal is now is to focus on exercise and clean eating; being happy with who I am not what I look like; to try to get off medication that I don't want to be on; to go to bed at night knowing I did all I could do for that day to take care of myself.
I still would like to see the scale go down, and it may, eventually. In the meantime, I will keep to my commitment to myself and see where it takes me. Something to think about. Hmmm.