So I weighed in yesterday in the late afternoon to finish out the Biggest Loser contest. Bear in mind that this weight was measured later in the day and in street clothes on someone else’s scale, hence the discrepancy in the numbers from my own scale. I was down 13.2 lbs in almost 12 weeks, which equated to a 5.79% loss. Unfortunately that was not enough to put me in the prize range. However, it did keep me on track for the past 3 months, and for that I am grateful. In total, 13 people weighed in at the end of the contest, and those 13 people lost a total of 155 lbs. The winner, Amy, lost an incredible 18% of her body weight in 12 weeks!
I indulged a bit in some alcohol and yummy desserts at a trivia night last night. However, all I have to show for it is a headache this morning! Back on track today, with a healthy dinner already in the crockpot.
My next goal is to be under 209.6 lbs before we leave for Mexico on April 24th. That would put me at 20lbs lost this year.
These are my Facebook profile pictures, taken 3 months and about 17 pounds apart. The double chin is still there, but I think my face looks slightly less rounded. Slow but steady progress.
There is less than one week left to go in the 3-month Biggest Loser challenge I am participating in. I was away this past weekend on a women’s retreat with my church. Meals were large, but I didn’t snack much. I am up 1.6 lbs since Friday morning, but hopefully that is just a blip and will come off soon.
I am unexpectedly off work this week due to my boss taking a last-minute trip, so I have no excuse not to hit the gym at least 3 times and cook healthy meals. We have to wear the same outfit we did for the initial weigh-in, so I need to make sure that is clean too.
The final weigh-in is on Saturday afternoon at 4pm. There is a lot of money at stake, but I have no idea how the other 30 or so participants are doing. There have not been any intermediate weigh-ins, so I have no way to compare my progress with others. It’s based on a percentage of your weight lost, so even people throwing out info about being down a certain number of pounds doesn’t really mean much in isolation.
At best, I might win a first, second or third place prize. But regardless of whether I do or not, the element of competition has kept me tracking and relatively motivated for 3 months, and that means it was worth it.
My weight has been holding steady between 214-215 for about 2 weeks now. There are minor daily fluctuations based on the food I eat or the meds I take, but I don’t appear to be making any real downward progress. My initial reaction is to be frustrated with this, as I am tracking my points and feel like I am denying myself all kinds of indulgences, so surely the scale should be dropping?! Yet a more honest assessment would show me going over my points target almost every day, not getting anywhere close to 10,000 steps a day, and eating out in restaurants way more than I should. So really, it’s obvious where the problem lies, and it’s with my definition of being on program. There is definitely room for improvement! I’m really hoping that with a Spring thaw and improvement in the weather, my motivation and ability to exercise outdoors will return.
My weight loss continues steadily, albeit at a rate that is not breaking any speed records. As of this morning, I am down 15.4 lbs in 8 weeks, since January 1st. I have now lost the weight I gained in 2014. I am happy to be back into 2013 territory. :) I’m not down a size yet, but my existing clothes fit better and I have more energy.
I have resumed my knitting hobby in attempt to keep my hands busy and not snack while watching TV. This scarf is my first effort:
I turn 40 in 2 months. I would love to be down another 10 lbs by then. I’d set a higher goal, but I have a few challenging eating events to navigate in March & April (women’s retreat weekend, trip to Mexico, a few catered lunches where I will have no input on the menu) so I don’t want my goal to be too lofty. I know there is still scope to reduce my points a bit and ramp up the exercise more. But I’m aiming for progress, not perfection.
I am currently escaping the snowy Northeast by spending a week in sunny Florida with my family. There is no scale in the vacation home where I am staying, so it is hard to have much barometer of my progress or lack thereof. It is funny how used I am to that daily check-in.
I feel like I am making mostly decent choices, while still allowing myself a few vacation indulgences. Of course theme parks entail a lot of walking, so I’ve been getting my 10,000 steps in most days. I’ve only had ice cream once, and it was a small one.
We’ve eaten breakfast in the condo most days, so that has been limited to 8 points. The one day we went out for breakfast, I got a veggie egg white frittata and toast, so that was a pretty healthy choice, at least compared to the vanilla brioche French Toast that was calling my name!
For lunches I’ve been packing pretzels, cheese sticks and fruit in my bag. We’ve eaten out for dinner every night, but I’ve tried to be conscious of what I’m eating. We went to Sweet Tomatoes one night, so I started with a huge salad. Tonight we had Chik Fil A, but I figured out the points in advance and allowed for it.
I’ve been tracking everything to the best of my ability. I will be very interested to see how this all shakes out on the scale upon my return home.
I live in central MA, and we have been getting hammered by winter weather lately. Over 5 feet of snow in the last two weeks! Our Monday night community group has been canceled for 3 weeks in a row due to snow. We are running out of places to put it all!
With the snow comes a lot of disruption to our usual schedule. School is canceled, we must attempt to work from home or juggle childcare responsibilities between me and my spouse, and it can mean long days trapped inside with frayed nerves.
I’m realizing just how frequently food is my default coping mechanism for stress, boredom, tiredness or frustration. Learning how to rewire my brain to do something else other than eat when I experience uncomfortable emotions is the hardest part of this weight loss journey. It’s not the tracking, the measuring or the cooking that get me down, it’s retraining myself not to reach for food to soothe, comfort, calm and nurture me.
I can so relate to this Weight Watchers commercial: