Thursday, December 16, 2010
Dec. 16: The Opposite of Success
I really seem to be incapable of doing anything except losing weight or gaining weight.
I had started out with new resolve to love my curves and stop trying to turn myself into some kind of skinny Victoria's Secret model. I really felt like this would be the key to success for me - loving myself.
Unfortunately, I've actually put on three pounds over the past week and a half. Please imagine my delight to discover that I didn't just need to drink water and have a big poop. Three official pounds adhered directly to my belly.
It seems like if I am not weighing every single bite, saying no to everything but one meager off-plan meal a week, and drinking only water, I'm gaining that weight that was so hard-lost. If I'm not seriously dieting - hardcore, just-say-no dieting, I'm gaining.
I had gotten to my initial goal weight but as soon as I started trying to maintain, the pounds didn't just come creeping back, they jumped on and held on with the ferocity of an attacking pit bull.
So, today, I'm whining.
Accountability, despite my extreme displeasure.
Reality tells me that my calories cannot be as low as I think they are, otherwise I would not be gaining weight. You need an excess of 2500 calories per week to gain one pound.
~ I haven't been weighing everything - some of it has been eyeballed
~ I've allowed myself a nibble here and a nibble there of some holiday goodies - likely more nibbles than I thought I was having
~ I am nearly sedentary because of my back injury.
So yes, today I'm whining, but I'm also getting it all out there and blasting through my excuses. If I truly want to look good and be fit and healthy, clearly, I have to try harder. I can worry about maintenance when I am at a weight that I'd like to maintain. Right now, I need to lose and that is what I must focus on.