Losing weight in spite of myself.

I began this blog in February 2011 as a way to help me not quit trying to lose weight, and to learn a few things. It's been an interesting and powerful experience. It certainly confirms what I've long suspected--that although I am a genuinely happy cheery person in the main, I am NOT a happy cheery dieter. I DETEST losing weight. I resent being overweight in the first place and I am a virtuoso in the art of self-sabotage. And YET--I'm doing it! I'm fighting and kicking and EATING all the way down, but the weight is finally going down. The plan I was following in February was a half-baked one largely based on wishful thinking. I gained a little weight and decided to get real. I knew I couldn't just join weightwatchers or count calories or do any one plan and expect to be successful. I decided if I was going to bother to make the effort to lose weight I was going to throw everything I could think of at the problem. And so I do. My real "Day One" for this blog is April 1, 2011. I joined weight watchers, I joined caloriecount.com (awesome website), I read the blog losingweighteveryday.blogspot.com religiously, I keep this blog faithfully, I joined the health programs sponsored by my insurance, I use the principles from overeater's anonymous, I use my church's 12 step program as well, I subscribe--and use--Healthy Cooking Magazine.



The result of all this? Painfully slow progress (About 20 lbs in 10 months). But it IS progress and like the little engine that could I keep on trying in my rebellious way. I have no intention of quitting. This is by far the longest sustained weight loss effort I've ever made in my life. Successful I think, because for the first in my life I've done this MY way--which I've discovered, involves a lot of pizza and restaraunt food. I'm convinced this is the only way to lose weight. For me it must be MY way. For you it MUST be YOUR way. Not weight watcher's way, not your doctor's way, but YOUR way. Any plan or idea I use is only a tool.

The latest plan to lose weight my way began on Oct 29, 2013. It really is my own crazy plan. As you'll see if you read that post. I've implemented the best ideas of all sorts of eating plans and thrown out the scale. A couple of months in and I'm definitely healthier. I'm actually enjoying myself. I won't weigh until April 1, 2014, so I'll see then if this works the way I hope it will.

There is no magic weight loss bullet. But there IS a great deal of magic in the discovery of what I can happily live with (very different from what weight watchers tells me I can happily live with) and still have the body and health I want.

Good luck to all of us on this journey. It's quite a trip!







Saturday, August 6, 2011

126 Not sore

Ok! First weight training session done. I'm not sore at all today except for some muscles around my armpits.  That probably means I didn't work nearly hard enough.  This is going to take some doing to figure out.  I need to look at Kayla's email again. She sent me the exercises with pictures of the machines and I printed that out, but I need to see if she sent another attachment because there was no record of the weights I was supposed to be lifting on the machines!! Also, the workout is scattered here and there among the machines and they all look alike to me anyway so it took quite a bit of extra time. I'm going to streamline the program so that I start on one side of the weight machines and work my way down to the other side rather than zigzagging all over.  Still, I did two circuits and was sweating hard so that's probably a good thing.

Weird thing about sweat. I seem to be sweating more and more easily the more in shape I get. I think the same thing happened to Oprah--so I'm assuming it's a good thing. It IS a good thing. It means I'm working hard. I always feel dimly embarrassed though because I imagine that what little I'm doing shouldn't cause anybody to sweat. That's silly thinking. The other night dancing, those leaders were sweating every bit as much as I was and who cares anyway?  One very pleasant realization is that it's only my own insecurities that make me feel self-conscious doing active things--every one else doing those same things is only trying to do the same thing I am! The supportive atmosphere for the half-marathon was amazing--even the best runners cheered on the walkers--nobody was looking down on the slower people.  Every one of us was just so glad that we were there and so proud of all of ourselves because we were all trying to push our limits. Everyone was respected.  I felt a little bit of that at the gym yesterday.  There were people of all ages--mostly pretty fit, but some like me who had a ways to go.  NOBODY CARED. I really don't think anybody was watching and thinking, "Oh look at those measly little weights she's lifting." We were all there for the same reason and there was a sense of unity.  THAT might become addictive--I hope so.  I don't know if this will ever translate into a love of sports, but I would be happy if it did. 

Lest my imaginary readers think I only did great yesterday, I followed up the workout with four pieces of pizza and a cupcake from the reception.  Today, I'm still on the core plan (loosely), but next week I'll be back on points.  I hate the hungry part, but I do like seeing very concretely that what I'm doing is the right thing.  Also, I miss bacon and cheese.Even though I don't get much of them on the points plan, I get more than I do on the core.  Besides C just informed me that's she's making cinnamon rolls and I'll be wanting some of those!

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