Grief and Weight Loss/Gain

The week my daddy died suddenly, I reached a 40 pound weight loss.  Part of the weight drop was probably due to how grief stricken I was.  It was unexpected and untimely, and I was having a hard time eating or sleeping.  Since then, I gained 5 pounds and then lost 2.  I've been to the gym twice since this horrible life event occurred.  Right now, I just cannot find the drive or motivation to get back at it.  Should I give myself to the new year?  The day before he died, I had just told dad that I was taking the week off from the gym because I was sick again.  I've been fighting cold symptoms off and on since I ran my first 5k at the end of October.  I'm so glad that my dad was alive to see me trying to get healthy and achieving goals. I don't know when I'll feel up to getting back into the gym, but I don't think my weight is going to go downward anymore until I start exercising again. Right now I'm just working to not gain weight.

20 to 25 pounds to go ... anything after that is just icing on the cake.

30.4 Pounds Gone!

I weighed in over the weekend at 173.6, which puts me at just over 30 pounds lost.  It has been a struggle for sure!  I still have about 30 more pounds to go to get to my ultimate goal, so that puts a bit of a damper on things.  I'm hoping to be in the 140's or 150's by December.  I'm not sure if I should go out and buy any size 14 pants because 12 isn't that far away.  In fact, I have a couple 12's that fit now.  Onward and upward ... or downward as it would be.

179 Body Pix - 25 pounds lost

Here are some pix for my eventual BEFORE and AFTER collage:

25 Pounds Gone!

Yes, 25 of my fatty-fat pounds are gone, and I hope I never see them again!  I've dropped 2 pants sizes and 2 shirt sizes!  BMI charts still consider me "overweight" at this point, so it's a good thing that I think BMI charts are totally bogus.  My goal weight does happen to fall into their "normal" category, but that is totally coincidental.  I wanted to post myfitnesspal's line graph of my progress this year. 

It's been slow and gradual ... and somewhat maddening.  There have been points when I've felt like I was going to absolutely go bananas. I have about 35 more pounds to go.  My bestie (hi, Sarah!) and I have both agreed that we'd like to be down 20 more pounds by the end of October (that's about 3 months to do so ... 6.7 pounds per month ... 1.6-ish pounds per week).  It is possible, but I'm gonna have to really be on my game! 

Get Back on the Wagon!

I almost fell completely off the weight-loss wagon.  I guess you could say that I was holding on with one hand and being drug behind it.  About a month ago my toddler and I both got the creeping crud and were away from the gym for basically two weeks.  Upon trying to return, he gave me all kinds of grief.  He cries at the mention of going to the gym, so imagine how hard it is to get him into the car to actually go.  Anyway, that situation and a mountain of other stress built and built for weeks until I started having that "screw it" attitude.  I was still eating a healthy breakfast and lunch, but dinner was slowly getting crappier and crappier.  Then, a couple weeks ago, I went to dinner with my parents and Tyler as usual, but instead of ordering a salad I ordered a chicken sammich ... we's talkin' fried  chicken.  THEN, the next day I went back to the same place and had another one (with fries both times).  Thus began my downward spiral into "LETSEATANYTHINGANDWHATEVERWEWANTSville" ...

I could go into the numerous food sins I committed over the past month, but I will just say that I am officially back on the wagon ... I'm SO on the wagon that I could be driving the wagon.  Exercise will now be 5 times a week whether it is light or heavy ... Calories will be kept around 1200 and will come from healthy sources.  I'm not going "low carb" per se, but I am trying to limit the intake of said carbs.  Lots of fruits and vegetables and lean meat.  It's not easy for sure!  Eating what I want all the time is easy and delicious, BUT it will also keep me overweight and unhappy in the long run.  We aren't having our usual YUM-YUMfest this weekend like we usually do.  If we go out to eat, I will just have to find something healthy to feed my face...

grumble grumble grumble grumble sigh.