My first major goal was to lose 50 lbs, and I was so excited about how easily everything was going as I watched the first 10 lbs go away, then the second and third. Then, as I expected, my weight loss began to slow down somewhat while I went to 41, 42, 43, 45(woo hoo! skipped 44!), .46, ...47, ....48, .....49......... then stopped. Cold. For 2 weeks nothing. Then, finally, some movement! I gained 2 lbs! UGGG!. Then I lost the 2 lbs. Then I gained the 2 lbs. Then I lost the 2 lbs. Then I gained 3 lbs. Then I lost 3 lbs. This took another 4 weeks. (I have it all written in my wieght-by-date diary.)
During all of this time I ate as always (2000 cal a day), I exercised as always (30 min cardio, 45 min weights 5 days a week), I cried, I screamed, I pouted, and even made some rather nasty threats to my scale. Not of it seemed to help.
Finally, I decided that I was done with the scale. I also decided that I was getting a bit bored with my routine, so I started playing racquetball 2 times a week (I can hardly believe it!) and took away 1 day at the gym. I also started zig zagging my calories (1800 - 2200 range).
Last week I made it: 50 lbs!, and this morning 51!!! Did my changes in routine make the difference? I don't know, I very well might have broken through then anyway. However, I do know that I'm having more fun and I'm really enjoying the chance to eat some of my favorite dishes that just didn't fit into a 2000 cal day, but do (just barely
) in a 2200 one.
The most important thing I've done, though, is what I haven't done: give up. I've developed this little mantra "If I never lose another pound, I'm going to be the healthiest 300 lb woman there ever was!" (Though I do hope to change that to "200 lb woman" someday.
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