Proving Myself Wrong
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
I am so full of emotion this morning. I had a weigh-in that I was dreading desperately. The stress has grown into physical symptoms (constipation) which does not make for a good weigh-in. I've also been concerned with my increased salt intake from yesterday as that always has a negative impact on the scale.
But these concerns for my physical state were for naught as I weighed in today under goal, with just over half of a pound to go before my moving average reaches goal.
Via TrendWeight as connected to my FitBit, my weight change over time has been:
Since yesterday: -0.1 lbs
Since a week ago: -0.7 lbs
Since two weeks ago: -1.1 lbs
Since a month ago: -2.0 lbs
You are losing 0.6 lbs/week of total weight.
You are burning 289 cal/day more than you eat.
You have been tracking your weight for 2.0 years.
You have 0.6 lbs to lose to reach your goal weight.
You will reach your goal around November 14, 2012.
The relief is profoundly overwhelming. The stress has actually built up into the illogical conclusion that losing weight at this point is impossible.
When I was heavier, the amount of weight I was able to drop with the same activities was much, much more than I can manage now. I used to lose weight at a rate of 2.32 lbs/week. To crawl along at a rate of only 0.6 lbs/week is so disheartening.
Also when I was losing weight two years ago I held much better control and restriction over my diet. I have been so worried that the current amounts of food and indulgence that I'm engaged in (and unwilling to change) would not allow me to lose. (Especially when I sneak in extra bites here and there.)
I have also not been able to manage as much exercise and effort each day that I was able to in the past. I just don't have the time.
All of these can'ts and won'ts have been preying on my mind. They had me convinced I would see a gain on the scale this morning, they told me that with this body I'm no longer capable of losing weight when I need to.
But consistency has proved otherwise. Consistency with the exercise I can fit in my schedule even if it's not very much or even a variety. Consistency with weighing and measuring my food no matter that I am not restricting the calories as much as I could. Consistency to ignore all of the doubts circling my mind and to hold true to my convictions and goals in all situations. Consistency with what I can manage even though I know I could be doing more.
Whether or not I reach my goal weight next week and return to maintenance mode, even though I'm not exercising and restricting my calories as much as I could be, I will remain consistent. And it will work.
I could do better. But consistency proves I am doing enough.