Week 5 128 lbs. to go!
Good news or bad news first. Hmmmm….well….let’s get the negative stuff out of the way.
Bad news: I didn’t lose any weight this week.
Good news: I didn’t gain any weight.
I’ve got a myriad of excuses, but I’d rather not resort to them. I think my plateau is mainly due to the fact that I was lazy last week, and chose to be completely unhealthy over the weekend. And by “unhealthy,” I mean, “I ate and drank quite a bit more than I worked out.” Amazing how that whole skipping an exercise can totally screw with losing weight. However, I still refuse to give up. I’m just starting my fourth week, and to be honest I’m just happy that I’ve stuck with it this long. I really want to get out 3 months, six months, even a year and be able to look back and go “I’m smaller than I was!”
I’ve been reading this blog, written by a self-proclaimed “fat” woman over the last year, and I’ve found it really interesting. Unlike me, she’s not all about trying to lose the weight. Instead, she wants to work towards people having fat acceptance. She’s encourages her readers to be proud of themselves and their size. Honestly, I wish I could be brave like that. Sometimes I really struggle to remind myself that I am so much more than what the tag in my jeans say.
So, here I go into week 4! (That sounds cheesy. That’s okay, though, sometimes life needs cheese.)
Also, since there wasn’t any change in the weight, I’m choosing to not post my mugshots this week.
I was running really late last night, and didn’t manage to write a complete post. I mentioned that it wasn’t the greatest week in terms of exercise, but I was surprised when I weighed myself today.
I was talking with my mom this weekend and she mentioned that she got a kick out of my mugshots. Immediately, my brain kicked into panic mode trying to figure out what she meant. Turns out, she was referring to the pictures I’ve been uploading every week. One to the front, and one to the side. That got me to thinking about the fact that she wasn’t far off the mark, calling them “mugshots.” When you’re severely overweight, the weight really is a prison. You can’t wear the things you want to wear (although, thanks to stores like Torrid, there’s much more tasteful clothing than there used to be). You can’t always go places, because you don’t fit in the car for the carpool. You avoid being in photographs, because it’s just another reminder of how fat you are. You tend to avoid active sports, because you’re so self-conscious about how much your body is going to jiggle. You may even avoid hanging out with friends who are slender because they seem to constantly bring up the fact that they need to lose weight. Believe me there’s a big difference between 5 or 10 pounds and 105 or 110 pounds. I know it’s probably terrible of me, but sometimes I think it would be good if everyone in the world started out life massively overweight, just so there’d be more equality and understanding of how hard this really is.
Okay, I’m done venting, and I’m back on track with eating right and working out!
Okay, so there’s a fuller post full coming, but it’ll not be up until a little while later (probably early tomorrow afternoon). I just wanted to make sure I got some sort of post up. This last week was a good week, but a lousy week when it came to exercise and weight loss. I don’t know what I weigh at the moment, but I definitely feel that this was a week that I gained. I definitely feel I lost some ground, but I’m not giving up. Sure, I had a rotten week, but that doesn’t mean that this next week will be.
I worked out! I lost weight! I even ate vegetables (real ones, not imaginary). Now it’s gonna get tough. See, I’ve noticed that whenever I try to lose weight the first week is always the most feel good week for me. I worked out five of the last seven days. I logged 99,841 intentional steps over the last week. 5 pounds of weight loss may not seem like much, but I’m happy anytime I lose over 1 pound. Here’s looking forward to the next week. (Also, I’ve fought with the placement of these photos for the better part of 20 minutes, and it’s not getting any better, so I apologize for the weird placement.)
Okay, here’s the deal. Since I’ve made a goal for myself of blogging something everyday, I’ve come to the conclusion that it might make my goal easier to accomplish if I come up with daily themes. Thus far I have questions on Fridays, happy lists on Sunday, but the rest of the week is hit or miss.
I finally decided that, because I’m back exercising, I need to keep myself accountable about my exercising. However, I really, really hate exercise. I always finish feeling defeated and miserable. Apparently, other people do not share this feeling. Either that, or people who say, “I love how great I feel after I work out.” are lying.
You know who else needs to lose weight and hates exercise? Garfield! Okay, so he’s a cat in a comic strip. That doesn’t change the fact that when it comes to this issue we’ve got something in common. That’s why I’m choosing to make Mondays my accountability to the world day. Not a terribly exciting post, but it will hopefully inspire me to get my butt out of the chair and work out every day.
So, here I go.
A requirement I’m making of myself for this whole accountability thing, is posting pictures of my progress. I think this is important, because I’m really camera shy. I’m usually the one volunteering to take photos, because I don’t want to see myself. This is a sad state of affairs. I have few recorded images of myself with my friends. I need to get over this, and what better way than sharing my journey/struggle with the public. The photos below mark the beginning of my first week back of exercising, and how far I have to go.
Week 1
133 lbs. to go!
So, there you have it. It ain’t pretty, but it will be.
The other day I read this list on Pinterest of “ways to lose weight.” On the list was, “Start a Blog.” Well, it occurred to me that I didn’t need to start a blog, because I created this blog about a year ago. I had this idea that I’d blog about moving away from home and going back to school as an “old lady.” Well, I think I only had one blog entry, and it ended up getting deleted because it was written in anger and frustration. I sounded like a whiny baby. However, the blog remains. It’s pretty much unused, and since I’m considering this new school year a restart, I’m going to attempt to do what I was going to do a year ago. So, here’s to a new school year, and the goal of a successfully up-kept blog.
*Results are inconclusive at this point.
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