wrd, that was a great post! I'm so glad you wound up on my team!!!
Okay, so my name's Jess (if you care to call me by my first name). I've had super struggle issues with my weight for yeeaaars. When I was 137 lbs, I thought I was fat. When I was 145 lbs, I thought I was REALLY fat. And then when I got to 176, I felt morbidly obese.
Well, I haven't been any of those things technically speaking, but I haven't been particularly healthy, and it's time to change that!
Last time I was on 3FC, I went from 176 to about 156 lbs... left 3FC, and bounced back up to 160-165. Lost again to a steady 160... then my boyfriend came to visit (long-distance relationship
), and I worked to get down to 158... by the time he left this summer, 5 weeks later, I was at 164-165 again.
So, I got determined. Part of my motivation is that I'm spending Christmas in Ireland with his family and friends, and while I think my personality is pretty decent, I'm friendly, and I get along with people... I'd still prefer for his friends to be thinking, "Damn, she's hot," and not, "Huh, he could do better."
The rest, and more powerful part of my motivation is simply self-loathing. I didn't like how I looked and felt at 176, or at 160-165. My clothes don't fit right, and my mind is constantly rolling over the idea that everyone glancing at me is thinking, "Ew."
Time to change. My mother cut wheat out of her diet a few years ago, and dropped 60 lbs like magic. Wheat doesn't sit well with her digestive system or her metabolism. Don't get me wrong, she ate well, watched her fat and sugar intake, and substituted in rice pasta and rye breads, but.. alakazam. 195 to 135 in about 6-8 months.
So, at thanksgiving this year (Canadian thanksgiving is in October), feeling particularly bloated and a bit depressed, my mother suggested that I try it. Just try it for a week or two, try cutting out wheat. Okay.
Two weeks later, I went from hovering between 159 and 162 to being at 157. Then 156. Down and down, next thing I knew it'd been more than a month since I'd had a cookie, donut, bagel, roll, and I didn't even miss them! Not having wheat meant that I didn't really crave wheat all that much anymore. And there were so many substitutes, and I didn't have to feel guilty eating rice, and potatoes and rice pasta... no problem at all!
While I cut out wheat, I also keep loose tabs on my calories. When I went from 176 to 160ish, I kept OBSESSIVE tabs on my calories, and got really good at estimating about how many calories are in the things that I eat. I avoid sugary things (thankfully for me, a lot of sugary fattening things have wheat in them), and keep fried junk down to a minimum.
On an average day, I tend to eat:
Breakfast:
Organic oatmeal with organic honey to sweeten it. (Estimated 250-300 calories)
Lunch:
Chili from Tim Hortons (Canadian chain.) (300 calories, according to their website)
Dinner:
Heaping bowl of steamed veggies, good pile of rice pasta, and organic tomato sauce. (Estimated 500-600 calories)
Snack:
Obscene amounts of rice crackers. (200-300 calories)
My exercise routine isn't AMAZING, because I'm so... so not a morning person... but I get to the gym about three times a week (that's my goal at least, and lately I've been pulling it off!). I hit the elliptical, and picture Jillian screaming at me, while I push myself like mad for a half hour, and every few trips, I do an intense weight circuit that leaves my muscles shaking like Jell-O!
I've been sitting at about 153.0 for almost a week now, and this is a plateau for me. The same number? For a WEEK? I can't imagine women who sit at the same number for 6 weeks or more, and keep moving. I'd go mental. So, I figure, my body is getting WAY to accustomed to what I've been eating, so I kicked up the calories a little this weekend in the hopes of reminding it that I've been eating damn well, and it should drop some frigging weight!
So, I indulged in some salty fast food fries and a diet coke (no burgers, wheat in the bun!
), and kept the rest of my eating about normalish. While home for the weekend for my mother's birthday, she woke me up at some unholy hour like 8 am with a giant glass mug full of pink fruit shake, which tasted like it had organic almond butter, strawberries, some kind of flax flakes of some kind, and I'm willing to bet some soy milk, and protein powder... either way, it was fantastic, and I kinda wish I wasn't too lazy to do that for myself!
After chowing down on lunch and a big-*** diet coke, I weighed myself, feeling bloated and icky and weighed in at 153.2... which shocked me just a little until I glanced at my fingers and remembered that for some weird reason, my fingers have been pruny all day, without having (Sorry!) showered, or gotten them wet at all. I think I might be dehydrated...
So, if I pound back a ton of water tonight, get myself hydrated again... I dunno, it's anyone's guess what the scale's gonna read tomorrow.