Friday, June 25, 2010
I'm back to counting calories. I had attempted 'intuitive eating' rather than counting calories, but that was just too much freedom for me. That's like asking a drunk to decide when he's had enough. It just didn't fly.
The calorie counting is tedious and sometimes boring, but it's the only way I can get an accurate gague of what I'm actually consuming everyday. If I trust my internal barometer, I end up taking advantage of the freedom, and slowly but surely, beginning to over-indulge.
I started this phase of my weight loss program on the 18th of February. Since then, I've lost about 12 lbs. My ticker is set to reflect what I've lost since February. I had gotten in the habit of going 2 - 300 calories over my limit several days a week, and I wasn't seeing the results I wanted. I had been at a stand-still for about 6 weeks until this week when I decided to really hold myself accountable to the 1550 calorie limit. I like the results I've seen.
I have a history of losing 30 lbs, then regressing. I don't know. There's something about that 30-lb. mark that turns a switch in my head, and tells me I'm doing fine, and can rest on my laurels. It's hard not to do that. I've really found inner strength and resolve these last 6 weeks that I didn't know I had. I got on the scale, and it would move up a lb., down 2. Up 1.5, down .5, up 1, down 1... For WEEKS. But I didn't get discouraged. I was disappointed, and frustrated, but I never threw in the towel. I just tweaked and tweaked until I figured out what my body was trying to tell me. I have shown myself that in spite of myself, I am committed to being the person I'm supposed to be.
My desire is to keep my resolve -- through ups and downs. Even if I only lose 25 lbs. this year -- as long as I'm moving in a forward motion, I'm where I'm supposed to be. Looking forward to good things ahead.