About six weeks ago, I had a lengthy discussion with a friend who is a personal trainer and has a degree in Exercise Science. I wanted him to give me the secret to dropping this extra 50 pounds I've been carrying around since the end of college five years ago. He told me that it all has to do with what I eat ... duh. He said that if I really wanted to see the fat melt off, I'd have to go low carb and low sugar. After a quick tutorial at the grocery store of what I could and could not eat, I was off!
I stayed as close to 0 carbs and 0 sugar as humanly possible. I was then allowed a cheat day at the end of the first two weeks where I could gorge myself on any tasty treat I wanted. He actually told me "the more junk, the better" and "don't eat anything healthy on that day". It was a magnificent day. I ate until I got physically sick around midnight ... WEEEE!
I guess my main complaint (aside from the lack of deliciousness in my life) is that my weight has yo-yoed up and down for the past 6 weeks. I'll weigh myself on a Friday and get really excited that I am down 10 pounds. I'll weigh myself a couple days later (always first thing in the morning before my shower), and I'm back up to my old weight...WHAT THE HELL, PEOPLE?!?!? How is that even possible. I am sooooo tired of hearing the "well, you are probably retaining water" bit.
At this point I am feeling like this diet is as futile as any other special diet I've ever tried. Should I continue to torture myself if I'm just going to continue to lose and gain the same 10 pounds OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN?!?!
What is a girl to do? I've lost weight before by restricting calories and working out like a mad woman, but that is just not realistic with trying to work an almost-full-time desk job AND caring for an infant AND cooking and cleaning. When I lost weight before, I spent hours at the gym every week ... hours that I can no longer spare. Now, I have to choose between going to the gym OR seeing and playing with my son before he goes to bed. On the days that I DO choose to go to the gym, I'm so wiped out and sore that I can hardly care for him.
I'm so frustrated (obviously). It's the type of frustration that makes you want to go sit down and eat an entire tub of Ben and Jerry's, but I won't.
Such a dilemma!!
