Hello all,
I've been plugging away at this whole weight loss thing since March. So far, I'm down 22 lbs, but I still have another 12 lbs to go. I'm finally breaking through a month long plateau, and after some soul searching, I've figured out what works for me and what doesn't. Probably none of this is surprising to anyone but me, but since it struck me, I thought I'd post it anyway.
I can't set goals for myself about staying 100% on plan. I'm trying to lose the weight by reducing calories and increasing activity. At one point, I tried to always stay at 1400 calories. It was too hard, and when I screwed up and went over, I'd be frustrated and beat myself up over it. Giving myself a range of calories works much better. Even then if I go over the top end of the range, I try and be rational about it and realize that eating 1800 calories is still below the number of calories I burn in a day. Not as far below as I'd like, but rather than treating these days like failures, I think of them as slow downs in the journey, but at least I'm not going backwards.
I've also found that putting the bulk of my efforts into exercise works better for me than trying to get there through food. I don't use exercise as an excuse to eat whatever I want to, but if I'm trying to lose 1.5 lbs a week, I'm shooting for about 1.25 lbs to be exercise and .25 lbs to be diet related. I've found I have more control over exercise and am better at sticking to an exercise plan than a really stringent eating plan. I make every effort to eat well, but it's been a big help to have a little flexibility with food.
I used to eat really badly (pizza, nachos, enchiladas) all the time. Every night. It was my way of treating myself and relaxing after a tough day of work. In retrospect, I can see now that oftentimes, I was just eating those foods out of habit, I didn't even have cravings for them most of the time. And a lot of times the food wasn't *that* enjoyable to eat, I wasn't really savoring it, just devouring it and always cleaning my plate.
I still love food, and I still love some of the garbage I used to eat all of the time. I tried to abandon these foods altogether, but found that it set me up for failure. I've made a conscientous decision that I can have these foods on occaision, only I can't have as much of them. It's all about compromising. I can have a slice of pizza, but then I need to either spend a little more time in the gym or adjust my other foods for the day. I can have nachos, but I need to decide before they arrive at the table exactly how many I am allowed to eat and stay with that number. More and more I find myself asking "is it worth it?" before I eat something. And I've realized there is no food that I'm never allowed to have again, there are just many foods I can't have often and can't have very much of.
And when I fall off the wagon big time, I try to tell myself "you've made a bad decision today, but you're not going to let it undo the hundreds of good decisions you've made to get to this point."
I'm sure none of this is earth shattering to anyone, but (unfortunately) it took me about four months before I really figured it out. I'm feeling really good about where I am, excited about where I'm going, and prepared for what I'm going to do when I get there. It's a great feeling!



