Rock bottom has arrived, again. I needed to reach that point before I could make the commitment to make a change. I’ve finished passing blame and making excuses. Yes, I gained weight from each of my three pregnancies. Yes, I gained a significant amount of weight from my medications. Yes, I struggled to lose even 1/2 a pound each week despite controlling my portions, eating super healthy and exercising like an anorexic. Yes, I completely gave up when I didn’t “see” the weight coming off (that evil scale). Yes, I surrendered myself to an intense love affair with food, coffee drinks, and soda! Yes, I gained all that weight and now I’m the heaviest I have ever been in my entire life!
Yes, Serena- it happened. And, no, it’s not just going to magically disappear.
I have successfully lost A LOT of weight years ago. I know it’s not going to be as easy as it was years ago - but I know I CAN do it!
I’ve always used Weight Watchers - and I’m going to continue using that method in order to keep me focused. I’m not going to use the “new” Weight Watchers program because I find I don’t lose as much weight as I did on the old program. This is a great because now I can do it for free (all the old program calculations and info can all be found online from former WW members).
I’m also going to change things up a little to evade some my common triggers for past failures:
Mr. Scale - I’m no longer going to obsess about you. I won’t lie, I do like to “see” that number go down. Unfortunately, however, Mr. Scale - you’re not always accurate and quite frankly, you depress me. I will stand on you once a month. I will accept the number and move on.
I’m going to focus on my physical changes. After all, the point of losing weight is to feel and look better. Who cares what the scale says if my clothes are fitting looser and I’m no longer out of breath from cleaning my house.
I’m not going to set a goal weight. Honestly, I think this has always been my downfall - striving to reach a number. All I want is to feel comfortable in my skin. I’m not striving to be perfect or skinny - I honestly just want to be comfortable wearing a pair of jeans and I don’t want a double chin.
Nagging cravings - I will not deny you indefinitely. If I feel that intense urge for a piece of cake - I’m going to have a piece of cake. I’m not going to have a miniature piece or a gigantic piece- I’m going to have a typical sized piece. Ignoring intense cravings only ends up leading me to binge eating - I don’t want to go through that anymore. As my mom pointed out, “Skinny people eat cake too. They just don’t eat half the cake.” LOL
Exercise - we’ve had a love-hate relationship for too long. Yes, I know I need to exercise, but I do not need to over-do it! I’ve always been competitive and challenged myself to push harder, faster, and farther - but that’s unnecessary. I’m going to start out slow and steady... I don’t want to get burned out. Women were created with curves and contours. Yes, we have abs and arm muscles but that doesn’t mean they were meant to look chiseled. I will embrace the curves and padding in areas where in counts!
Finally, I’m accepting the fact it’s most likely going to take me 2 years before I reach my comfortable point. I’d rather it take 2 years and have accomplished something than to sit here 2 years from now starting all over again. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step (Confucius).
I'm ready to cross the line with my first step!