I've never had a blog, so bear with me!
I joined SP on Wednesday, 3/26/14. I weighed about what I weighed at my last doctor's appointment in January, when I had pneumonia.
I exercised and minimally reduced calories, opting to ease into my lifestyle change. In the past, I've jumped in with both feet, where I've failed miserably. I figured I'd start exercising, and cut out my Achilles Heel, Slim Jims, eliminating at least 200 calories per day. I've hovered around 270 pounds for the past 5 years, so I expected this little difference would help.
I saw a change. A big change. In 4 days no less! I walked just over a mile on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday, equalling just under 5 miles in 4 days, with Friday "off". I did the "30 Minute Express" at Planet Fitness, a circuit training program, on Wednesday and Saturday. Despite all of this, I GAINED 7 POUNDS in 4 DAYS!! Big change indeed!!
I was frustrated. I thought, "Maybe my scale is wrong!" After all, it's 10 years old, and I had to take the back off, remove some sensors (it was meant to track the weigh-ins of 4 people, but was stuck), and reattach a few wires. Obviously, the scale was faulty!
I bought a new scale. SAME RESULT. Nope. It wasn't the scale. It was me. Despite going from a part of my couch to exercising, despite quitting a very fatty, unhealthy snack, I gained 7 pounds in 4 days. I was angry. I was frustrated. I. WAS. DONE.
Thankfully, I noticed a "Panic Button" Message Board. I posted my conundrum. I'm not stupid; I knew that people can experience a plateau or even gain because of added muscle, but I'd only walked 4 days and done a circuit (with very low weights--15-45 lbs.) twice. That wasn't it. Someone told me that a person needing to lose over 100 pounds can experience water weight gain. This retention of water in my muscles can last anywhere from a few days to up to a month. I never knew that! I was floored!
So, I'm continuing with my program. I'm starting to exercise more while slowly adopting better eating habits. I'm not letting this numerical upset throw me off of what I know I need to do!
I often joked that my body is a hoarder--of fat. It's a "funny" way to put myself down before others do it to me. I'm 40. When I was in high school, I was chubby. I was in a lot of activities. I lost weight. My senior year, my lowest weight was 120, but my "natural" weight seemed to be between 125-130. I went to college. In my freshman year I put on the infamous "Freshman 15"...though, let's be honest, it was really closer to 30 pounds. A friend posted a picture of me during my college years on Facebook. Jeez! I thought I was so fat! I'd LOVE to be that "fat" today!
After I graduated, I was pushing 180. I always thought, "if I hit 200 pounds I'll kill myself!!". Oops...fast forward to my wedding day...220. "At least I'm not 250!!". Have first child...260. Second child, 270, and holding, plus or minus 10 pounds for the last 8 years.
I now have 2 kids under 10 who like to play outside. I hate it. I'm fat. They want to spend summers at the pool. I don't. I suck it up, but I hate it. I DON'T want my kids to remember a fat mom who suffered to give them enjoyment. I want them to remember a happy childhood!
So, in short, I'm done being ginormous. I'm done being "sedentary". Obviously, I'll have setbacks, but I'll have to force myself to power through.
Even if I never again become thin and cute, at least I'll become healthy! Changes in my diet and moving more will reduce my risks of heart disease, stroke, and several types of cancer. I owe at least an attempt to be healthier to my kiddos!
I am finished with being unhealthy. I. AM. DONE. BEING. GINORMOUS!!