Ho, boy, so I get down to 252 (yes, down, I’ve been experiencing weight creep for a while now, then I’d go down, they creep up, down, etc.). Perimenopause has entered my life in the last few years, this month I got all the symptoms of TOM, including a 4 lb weight gain, but no TOM. This week, the lbs have already been falling off (official weigh in: Friday morning), but guess what, I caught a head cold. I’ve been sick since Monday, took today off and haven’t exercised at home. I feel stuffy and achy, yuck. Even though my appetite has dwindled, I know the way of colds and weight loss (the two aren’t pals), at least for me.
I don’t have an interest in “giving up”, I’ve changed a ton of habits, eating and exercise wise. I value being healthy. I have problems getting bored with the foods that I know help with the weight loss. BF does all the grocery shopping and 90 percent of the cooking, that makes it a negotiation. He doesn’t need to lose a pound, and has a taste for junkier, higher calorie foods sometimes (and is a chocoholic). Of course, I’m 100 percent responsible for everything I put in my mouth. All the stress from changing jobs (got laid off from a job I’d been at for 9 years), starting a new one, upping the hours, losing income, having a commute — that’s all calming down now — AFTER a GAIN of (SHIVER!) 15 and sometimes more lbs. I was down all the way to 237. No question about it, I’ve struggled to get back in the weight loss saddle.
When I’m not losing, I don’t feel all that comfortable about posting at 3FC, which you’d think would go against its purpose, being a support. I read, but post much less. I’ve stopped feeling like a weight loss “success” or “doer” and that I’ve drifted into the “gained back some” category. I’ll tell you, too, I NEVER thought that would happen. I thought I had all the routine down to the point where I might not lose as fast, or even stall, but I wouldn’t GAIN. Hey, it was possible, and I did it. I’d say, during the work week, I eat and exercise well; on the weekends, I get the gym in and home exercise, but I overindulge with the food. Not seriously, enough to slow or stall things.
The bottom line, I’ll keep going and find a way. I’ll get over my cold, get exercising again, tone down the weekend eating, and plug away. Not such a profound conclusion — well, hey, maybe it is.