So, this one morning I woke up and stepped on the scale, and discovered I had gained 35 pounds.
Clearly, this did not happen in a day. But I finally realized that 35 pounds is a substantial amount of weight. Not that I hadn't realized that 25 pounds ago, but my little friend named denial was being a bad influence.
I blame this one several things:
1. Post-marathon slump. Yes, it is still a slump, until I say it isn't a slump. I accomplished this huge goal and then went, "What now?" What now turned out to be a lot of not working out as hard as I have been. Yes, I realize I ran a marathon almost a year ago. Shut up.
2. New boyfriend = lots of eating. Eating out, eating ice cream, saying to myself, "I don't need to run, I don't need to work out, I will do it tomorrow" because I was cuddling on the couch and watching a movie. Problem is, we've now been dating for almost a year so that excuse doesn't work anymore, damn it.
3. New roommate Shawna. You see, Shawna and I love snacks like lime tortilla chips and oreos. And fro yo. And clearly we need to transform that love into a love of bicycling and hiking and being active instead of watching episodes of "Big Love" and eating snacks. When we didn't see each other as often, our love of food that is bad for us was not a problem--but we see each other every day now. Oops.
So, there we have it. I got a little fatter. Now I must re-lose it, so that my pants fit. I kept thinking to myself, "Oh, this isn't a problem, I will be fine." But it is a problem for me, because I don't want to buy new clothes and I feel unhealthy. My health is the reason I lost 75 pounds in the first place, and I felt the best I have ever felt.
As a result of all this, Shawna and I have formulated our very own "Biggest Loser" contest, wherein we are competing for 12 weeks to see how much weight we can lose. As of right now, I would like to lose 43 pounds, because that would put me at 137 which is the highest of the ideal weight range for my height. I don't know that it is the best idea to lose 43 pounds in 12 weeks, so it might take me longer to lose all that, but I'm going to give it a go.
Someday, I will wear my pants again.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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Hey kids!!!
Sorry I've been away! I was in Greece! WOO! Maybe I will finish my blog post about it so you can see the pics!
Anywhoooo, you know I love you but 40 pounds in 4 weeks is, like, totally crazy and unhealthy. Its basically just crash dieting which we all know doesn't work.
See, it took you almost a year to put on 35 pounds. That's b/c you lost all of the initial weight verry slowly. If you try to lose 40 some pounds in 12 weeks, it will just come back really fast and you'll be right back where you started. Shoot for 2 pounds a week. Which, calorie-wise, means eating 1000 less calories than you burn every day. Which, is actually way harder than it sounds. I shoot to burn like 250-500 more calories a day than I eat.
Have patience and be mindful! That's what got you where you were in the first place!
I learned in Greece that we in the US care WAYYYY too much about food and working out and how we look. I swear I saw so many peeps in bikinis that most would think shouldn't have been. I gained 5 pounds in 2 weeks on vacation and drank and ate whatever I wanted. I also walked and hiked a lot. Not once did I feel gross. I'm going to try and incorporate more of that kind of working out into my life. Its way more fun.
Oh, hey! I just wrote a whole bog post as a comment. I rule!
And I think you guys rule, too!!
Life is too short not to eat cheese and drink beer. Just sayin..
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