Wednesday, July 18, 2012
After hitting my 10lbs mark, I put off weighing myself for a little bit. I was so happy about losing ten pounds and I didn't want to get discouraged if the scale tipped the other way or stopped moving. I jumped on this morning because lately I have been feeling like I look pretty good (I'm becoming obsessed with looking in the mirror, which I realize is TERRIBLE). And sure enough, still sitting at 156 after a week or two.
You see, my body is extremely comfortable at right about 160, I've gone 5 pounds one way or the other for the last several years with a few higher points. But it takes almost no effort or self control to stay in that range. Minimal to moderate activity allowed me to eat whatever I want. And man, if you could see the way I used to eat! Ice cream, sweets, fast food, drinking, large portions, no fruit or veggies... it's a small miracle I didn't weigh a LOT more!
I've been working out a lot over the last two months (burning 2,000-3,000 calories every week), drinking 8 glasses of water almost every day and starting to watch what I eat. Admittedly, I need to watch my food much more and focus on whole foods, but I certainly eat less and better food than I used to, that should count for something, right? In those two months I have only lost 4 pounds. And once a month, I measure inches too. Those aren't moving quite fast enough for me to be happy either (I think July's measurements showed less than three inches total gone from my body, one in thighs, and less than one in arms and waist).
I am at the lower end of my body's "comfort zone". I could cut back on the work and relax my eating and probably maintain for a while or only gain a few pounds. Or I could try something drastic to kick my body out of it's comfort zone and see numbers I can't remember the last time I saw!
But you know what, a comfort zone is called that for a reason. It's really nice to be in a comfort zone. And it takes a hell of a lot to get out of it. I've got exactly two weeks left before my August weigh-in. It's go time. I'm going to start tracking everything (even dinner and weekends, which is where I've been slacking) and next week I'll add high intensity interval training to my mix of running and biking. I already feel like I devote a lot of time to this journey every day, but I guess that's what it takes.
I'm really frustrated by the number on the scale, even though I know it's not the whole picture. For the next two weeks I'm not going near it. I will wait until August 1 to get the whole picture with my measurements as well. Until then, I will focus on the choices I am making...
How do you all bust out of your comfort zones?