Remember Jarod, the Subway spokesman who lost 245 lbs on a Subway diet? Seems Jarod has another lesson to teach us. Once the Subway endorsements slowed down, so did his diet and motivation, it seems. It's all too easy to slip back into familiar patterns. He has regained some of his weight back.
So like Jarord, you've lost the weight. Yay! Bikini party! Work it, work it, fashion, fashion baby. Once the high fives, pats on the back, and strutting is done, then what?
As a long term maintainer, I don't have great news here. However hard you had to work in order to lose weight, is what you will have to do to keep it off. If you successfully got the idea of 'lifestyle change', then you have a good chance of doing this.
Even still, it's harder than some may realize. In the 5 years of maintaining my weight, I've had more than one alarming spells when I realized I was slipping. Things like this went through my mind:
"Oh, I'm still eating well, but I haven't exercised in a couple of weeks."
"BBQ ribs with all the fixings won't hurt me this one time (but in reality I've had it 3 times this week)".
"I haven't counted my calories today, but I'm sure I'm within range (I'm underestimating)".
And predictably, my weight starts creeping up, my pants get tighter. I threw out all of my fat clothes, and I absolutely refuse to buy a larger dress size. So when things start feeling a little snug, that's usually my kicker to get back on track.
When it becomes a daily routine of exercising and counting calories, I find it pretty easy to keep up with. It's just like brushing my teeth in the morning and washing my hair. It's something I have to do.
However...whenever there's something that disrupts my routine, that's when the trouble starts for me. A break in my routine, like a vacation or a cross country move, and that's usually when the above thoughts start slipping in my head.
It hasn't happened just once. It's happened enough times, it's predictable. I gain back at most 5 pounds, which may not sound like a lot, but I'm only 5'0". A 10 pound weight gain is enough for me to move a full dress size up.
I hated how I felt when I wore a size 14. I hated myself. I couldn't stand myself in my own skin. A size 10 leads to a size 12, which isn't too far from a 14. I absolutely detest the idea of buying a size 10, and I'm certain that's the main reason why I haven't regained the full 30 I lost. A size 10 is off limits. It represents a person I never want to see in the mirror again.
And so, exercising and counting calories becomes like brushing my teeth again.
I hope Jarod finds what it will take to stop him from regaining all the weight he lost, before the past is looking back at him in the mirror.