Wednesday, January 23, 2013
THOSE 5 pounds…
You all know what I’m talking about. There comes a point where you are just within 5 pounds of a goal. It may not be your final goal weight, but its something like being in onederland, or finally making it into the 170s (like it is for me). Then you reach a point where you never think you’re going to lose those five pounds. You may have lost a lost of pounds before… heck I’ve lost around 100… but these same five pounds refuse to leave my butt.
I lost them briefly… for less than a week. One time that I stepped on the scale it read 178. Then I gained it back up to 183, and I’ve been hovering there ever since.
Then the unthinkable happened. I gained another five pounds. It was the holidays. I felt like crap from my surgery. I felt like crap from being around certain members of my family. And I ate like crap. Now THOSE five pounds pissed me off.
I don’t know what it was about those new five pounds that put me ten pounds away from my mini-goal… but those new five pounds almost derailed me. I think if the scale would have read 190 instead of 189 I might have had a fit. Luckily, no major fit, just a realization that I needed to re-focus. Now with those new holiday five pounds I felt awful. Partly this was due to my extreme restriction on movement for two weeks. I’m better now, but I still have quite a few restrictions. But I somehow managed to get rid of those five pounds.
It took three weeks for me to do it, through mainly diet alone. I had a salt detox, a semi-sugar detox, and I increased my protein A LOT. At 189 I felt like I had gained twenty pounds instead of five. I know this happens a lot on this site, but we become so hyper critical of our bodies, and we all know what a pound of fat looks like, so we can basically picture on our bodies exactly where those new five pounds went. I know I felt like it went directly over my ribcage, into my arms as I lost all my muscle definition, and in my belly.
I would like to say that I am silly. Its okay, but there comes a point where you even realize that you are freaking out about five pounds. Five pounds. That’s it. I was five pounds heavier than I spent the majority of 2012, and I was going to let five pounds make me feel like crap?
So I decided to avoid the scale until the end of January. (I didn’t, but I made it three weeks!) Instead of focusing on my number I focused on myself. I know I didn’t do perfect. I know some of my weight loss was water bloat and muscle weight… but now I’m back in the 183-184 range and I am fine. Now I feel a lot better. I’m not saying losing the five pounds is what made me feel better. It’s the healthy eating and drinking water that made me feel better. It does help my ego though that I feel less puffy overall. No one but me would have noticed the extra five pounds. My jeans noticed, but that gave me a measure to see how I was doing, non-scale wise.
SO now I’m back to losing THOSE five pounds. Those five pounds will get me in the 170s. Then if I manage to get to the 170s, I’m just ten pounds away from my goal weight of 170. I plan to get there this year. My body has plateaued enough, that its used to this weight. I’ve been maintaining my weight for a good period of time, so hopefully once I kick back up my exercise routine I will make it to my goal weight.
So don’t let THOSE five pounds get you down. If you keep going, then you will not only lose THOSE five pounds…. But another five pounds… and another five pounds… until you reach your goal weight. Stick with it ;-)