Frustration & Acceptance
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
I know I'm doing the right things. I am counting calories, increasing my protein, lowering my carbs, exercising regularly, sleeping well, and I've built a shrine to the weight loss gods in my closet. OK that last part is a joke but seriously I know I am doing everything right. And the scale is moving. But it's taken about 12 weeks to lose 15 pounds. That is not exactly lightening speed.
It's moving. But that doesn't mean I don't or can't get frustrated. A normal person doing what I do would be dropping weight like crazy, but that's just not how my body works. Never has been. My sister was recently diagnosed with diabetes and has since then lost a good amount of weight, but she still has a long way to go. She said to me last weekend something along the lines of, "yeah but I look at you and your daily boot camp and your six mile runs and it's not like you're skinny, it makes me realize I'm just screwed." Which sounds like an insult, but it really wasn't because she's right. Our family genetics just don't like for us to lose weight. I like to think this will serve us well if we suddenly find ourselves faced with a worldwide famine or something, but for right now it's just super f#$#ing annoying.
What I'm particularly frustrated about at the moment is that I think that 12 weeks for 15 pounds was the easy part. If you've been reading my ramblings, you've heard me mention that I've had about a 15 pound weight range for 10+ years. I get to the top of the range, buckle down, lose some weight, get to the bottom of the range, get complacent, gain weight, repeat ad nauseum. Then suddenly I found myself 10 pounds past my normal range. I've now got those 10 pounds off and beyond that the rate is slowing down significantly.
I firmly believe in the set-point theory - basically that your body has a weight where it's happy. The problem is, my body's set point and my brain's set point are a good 20-30 pounds apart. I'm coming to the realization that the next 10-15 pounds are going to be even slower than the first 15 because my body is holding on for dear life to its desired weight.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to give up. I will probably moan and complain about it to you all, but I'm going to keep going. This is one of the longest streaks I've had in a long time of calorie counting, and I *KNOW* this is what works for me. Even if it's painfully slow and I want to occasionally punch people in the face for their ability to eat whatever they want and not gain any weight. :)