Starting Weight: 264.0
Last Week’s Weight: 260.4
Current Weight: 261.4 pounds
Difference: +1.0
Goals from now until December:
1. Eat only when I am truly physically hungry, and not because I am bored/angry/tired.
2. Drink at least 64oz. of water daily.
3. Workout 4-5 times per week.
4. Practice yoga every single day.
ONE brag for the week: I did not binge, even though I tried.
ONE thing to improve upon for next week: I need to be more consistent with pretty much everything.
Yes, my weight went up for this weigh-in. I wish I could say it’s because of the Chinese food I had for dinner on Saturday night, and the day spent at the football stadium on Saturday, and while it probably is, I also know that I could have done a lot better this week. That’s the problem I have with having a good weigh-in one week: I take it as permission to slack off the next week.
For most of the week, the scale was reading 259.4 (yes, I weigh myself every single day). Even Saturday morning was 259.4. I’ve been flirting with 259 since last summer when I first joined the gym. I’d get down to 259 for a few days, then I’d bounce back up to 265, sometimes even higher, and it would be a few months before I’d even see that blip on the scale again.
But I’m not worried about it today. I know that my weekend activities have contributed to my weight going up, and I know that I’ll bring it off again next week.
How do I know this?
Because this week, I had a sort of unintentional–but welcome–breakthrough.
I’ve been pretty stressed lately, mostly about money (the end result being that I’ll be going back to work, if only part time). And what do I do when I get stressed? You guessed it–I eat. I eat a lot. And I actually tried to this week, a couple of times. I tried all my go-to binge foods–French fries, potato chips, crackers, chocolate, you name it–and I found that I was physically incapable of binging. As in, I actually stopped eating while there was still food on my plate, without even trying to. In fact, I had set out with the intention of binging, and it didn’t happen. My body stopped me, and, for once, I listened.
I’ve been drinking when I’m thirsty, and it has been those 64 oz a day. I’ve been doing yoga when I feel like it, and it has been every day. I’ve been active even when I’m not doing a traditional workout, dancing and cleaning and lifting and moving my body. I tried to force the eating, and that didn’t work, so I ate when I was hungry and stopped when I was satisfied.
I am feeling so very, very good about this right now, like I’ve finally figured it out. I know the secret, and it’s that I’ve got to listen to and respect my body, to give it exactly what it wants and nothing more. What’s more, I feel like this is a sustainable way of living, like this is something I could actually do for the rest of my life. I have never felt that before.
For years I’ve told others, and said to myself, “Listen to your body; it knows what it needs,” and I wholeheartedly believe that’s true. However, this is the first time I’m actually following my own advice.
