Back again…

DSC_0008Months between posts, again. My laptop died, and a whole lot of motivation with it. I am still working on my weight loss, and have officially made it to 9.8 kilos after two rounds. I have to confess that my level of effort has been below par, and I cannot blame the program at all for my slow progress. If I consistently exercised and ate well more often than not, I would be a lot further down the path.

Every day is a fresh start, though, so I am finishing the last week of this round as best I can, and planning for a much better third round.

Pictured above is today’s lunch, a tortilla pizza with mushrooms, prosciutto, onion, pesto, cherry tomatoes and fetta cheese, topped with a bit of rocket.

Weigh In Wednesday

Weigh in day comes around again. I like having a mid week weigh in. It means that a dodgy weekend is in the past and you are back on track when you hit the scales. This week was not my best week, but not my worst either.

Progress: I lost 600g, which is on track for a healthy rate of weight loss. I can’t complain about that, though at the same time, thinking of losing 40kg in 600g increments makes me want to cry.

What I did well: I have been avoiding temptation pretty well. The terrible lunches are not tempting me like they used to. I have been exercising above and beyond the plan guidelines. The Move program is aimed at the very unfit, and the cardio is considerably less than I am capable of doing. I did all four workouts this week, with a 5 kilometre walk and strength exercises at home. I am very proud of how much my fitness has improved.

Challenges: I had a cold over the weekend, and felt very tired. My incidental activity was low as a result. I also think it is time to switch to the lower calorie plan. As part of the Move program, there is a higher calorie allowance while you get accustomed to the idea of healthy eating. I am very short, and I think that maybe I have to be more careful with the food than I have been.

Goal for the upcoming week: I need to be extra focussed on the plan during next weekend, while an unexpected family visit is going on.

Weightloss, or unicorns? Both seem highly unlikely…

 

I didn’t always struggle with my weight. As a teenager my metabolism could have fuelled a small city, and I ate everything in sight without gaining a gram. I was skinny, and cocky about it. I went off to college, and gained a little weight, not too much, just moving from skinny to healthy, eating the revolting diet of college food.

I married, and, as so many contented wives do, gained a few more kilos keeping up with my husband’s appetite. Had two babies, went to Weight Watchers and lost about 12 kilos, reaching goal before having a third baby. It was when my father passed away that I really started to lose the weight fight. The night he died I sat by myself at the kitchen table, hours after the family had gone to sleep, and cried my way through most of a pecan Danish. I didn’t stop eating after that, and for the past eight years I have dealt with every negative emotion I feel by eating. Sad? I need hot chips. Lonely? I need a burrito. Bored? M&Ms.

It has now come to a head. I am starting to feel the worse effects of weight problems. I have been put on blood pressure medications, my knees ache on stairs, my ankles give way easily. I have been physically exhausted for years. It is time to do something for myself, and deal with this problem once and for all.

About 8 weeks ago I signed up for the Michelle Bridges 12 week body transformation. It was a terrifying step to take. I felt as though I was going to spend a tonne of money, and was worried whether or not it would be a good investment. I was so hopelessly unfit that I scored a miserable 8 out of 99 on the initial fitness test. I was too unfit to even sign up for the beginners level, and so I registered for the Move program, which is designed for those of us who haven’t voluntarily left the couch in a long time.

The program started about 5 weeks ago, and already I am feeling so many differences, and have learnt more than I imagined I would. I felt that I knew the theory of weight loss already, having read every book and tried every method over the past few years. I was looking for motivation, but I thought I knew it all. I knew I was an emotional eater, but I had no idea that cutting out the food would bring all those emotions that I’d ignored back up to the surface for me to have to face again.

Anyway, since I began the program I have lost 4.3kg, and I can see a glimmer of hope down the path. I am going to try and journal my weight loss journey here, and see how it goes. Maybe then I had better start keeping my eyes open for unicorns.