Tuesday, October 08, 2013
I would like to know if any of you can relate to what I am experiencing. About 2 months ago, I began weighing myself daily in order to see how my daily behaviors affect my weight. I felt that my weight was constantly yo-yoing within the same range and I wanted to take a closer look at what I was doing. I had always avoided daily weighing due to the psychological issues inherent with trying to lose weight and being too connected to the scale. I decided to set those aside, not expect miracles and give this a try. What I am finding is that my weight varies wildly from day to day. I'm not talking about a pound or fraction of a pound. I am talking POUNDS! In addition to recording my daily weight, I also record what variables I think might have had a positive or negative impact on each day.
Here is an example of what I have seen just over the past few days:
From Friday to Saturday my weight jumped 3.8 pounds. I reviewed the day and noted that I ate lunch out (though only ate a half portion of the Vietnamese Hotpot), I had a beer that night and I had had too little sleep for several nights. My calorie count was slightly over my range. I did my usual amount of exercise.
From Saturday to Sunday I dropped 5.2 pounds. Fearing that sodium had been the previous day's culprit, I kicked up the water intake (I ALWAYS drink more than 8 cups of water, so this day was 13 cups), added several potassium-heavy fruit servings, and stayed at the low end of my calorie range and got a good night's sleep. Again, I did my usual amount of exercise.
From Sunday to Monday I gained 2.5 pounds. This one blows my mind. I stayed in my calorie range, pushed fluids and pushed myself. I did 20 minutes of ST and then 100 minutes on the treadmill. I ate lots of veggies and fruits and had very minimal sodium.
I just don't get this extreme fluctuation and am wondering if any of you have and answers or suggestions. Help!
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
I was so eager for weigh-in this morning. Then I got on the scale and saw a .3 pound loss. (SIGH) With the extra work I did this week I expected at least a pound loss, but it wasn't to be. I have been around here a long time and I KNOW not to put so much stock in what the scale says, but it is so hard not to get one's hopes up.
I won't quit. I know that I can plug along like this with no scale movement and all of the sudden the drop occurs. I just want it NOW! (I feel like I'm a 4-year-old.)
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Yesterday I drove to Pennsylvania to visit an old friend. We caught up and shopped and went out to lunch. We went to a buffet place. It is an inexpensive place to eat lunch, and I enjoy it because they have a nice salad bar, cook lots of great vegetables and always have some form of baked fish and baked chicken as offerings. I actually love their veggies and try to fill up on them with a little protein on the side. I don't even walk by the dessert bar which is loaded with goodies of all descriptions.
One of the things that I find incredibly difficult about going to a place like that is that I always encounter morbidly obese people. Yesterday I sat across of one such woman. My heart just breaks for people in this condition. I was not that heavy at my largest, though I was certainly pushing it at 295 pounds, but I just want to DO SOMETHING. I know that I can't, but I want to. This woman couldn't sit upright because her belly was so big. She couldn't keep her knees anywhere near one another when she was seated because her thighs were so big. When she stood, her belly was nearly at her knees.
I couldn't help thinking about how limited her life is and how much of herself she has put into food --- not just how much food she has put into herself. She has made food her life's goal. Her life has become so small and limited, and it is a vicious cycle. The more she eats, the more limited her life is and, I'm sure, the more limited her life is, the more she eats because she has so little outside of food to focus on.
I know these things because I was there. I may not have been as big as she is, but I would have been. It was only a matter of time. I am so incredibly grateful that I took that first step to put MORE back into my life. I stopped making food my life's goal and began making it my fuel for life.
I took the first step on my own, but then I found Sparkpeople and it has has helped me with all the subsequent steps. Thanks to all of you for being with me on this journey of real LIVING!
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Yesterday I stepped way out of my comfort zone and took my first small group class with a personal trainer. I was nervous about it for days beforehand. I considered backing out. There are so many things I could use as excuses -- my husband's health, my daughter getting ready to leave for college soon, my work, my hip replacement, the lymphodema in my legs, the arthritis in my neck, the pinched nerve or carpal tunnel in my wrist (don't know which it is yet), and I considered each and every one of them. But here was my chance to step out of my comfort zone, to push things up a notch, to gain the information to know that I was doing strength training in a correct manner. This was the perfect opportunity. It was a personal trainer, coming to my neighborhood, offering a class of no more than 8 people.
Most of the first people who responded wanted evenings, and I definitely didn't. My evenings are nearly all about family. I go out once a month with my neighborhood Bunco group and I go out occasionally with my closest friends, but until my daughter leaves for college, I won't commit to anything else in the evening. I told the trainer that if she got a morning class going to let me know. Then the email came -- a 6AM, TU/TH class was set to go. It was even moved from about a mile away to within walking distance of my home. THIS WAS A SIGN! (I was thrilled and miserable all at the same time.)
I don't know why, but I couldn't sleep the night before the class. I lay there for hours without sleeping, was out of bed several times and ended up with only three hours of sleep. Then my alarm that had been set for 5:15AM was mysteriously turned off and I awoke with a start at 5:33AM. I had no time to do anything but throw on my clothes, brush my teeth and hair and grab my water and workout gear. I arrived at the site right on time.
I got out of the car and there were 3 other participants waiting -- 2 adult women and the daughter of one of the women. One woman clearly just wanted a new type of workout (she had nothing to lose). The woman and her daughter each claimed to want to lose 5 pounds or so and tighten up. I was easily 15+ years older than the oldest one of them and very easily 50 pounds heavier than the heaviest. For about 5 seconds it bothered me and then I just thought that this wasn't a competition and I deserved to be there and needed to be there and I COULD DO IT!
The trainer adapted each exercise for what she thought we were each capable of and then asked us if we could "feel it". She frequently underestimated me -- which I enjoyed. People probably look at me and think that I am not very physically active, but that isn't true. I am simply still trying to tone up after losing 115 pounds (though I put 20 back on last year when my husband was very ill) and carrying way too much weight for many years. I kept up with everyone else and the only adaptations I accepted were due to my prosthetic hip. I have to brag a little by saying that I was more flexible than the teenager! (though I certainly don't have her balance.)
It was a great workout. I learned new things and corrected some things I was doing improperly. I am ready and eager for more! I will be way less worried about trying the next new thing!!!
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