90.8% of Americans who make resolutions fail.
Wait, what? That is a huge rate of failure. I've had some great resolutions and some bad ones over the 30-something years of my life. I've found that when I resolve to learn something vs. a resolution I have a higher success rate. However, this year the odds are against me as I make yet another weight-loss resolution. Game changer, this year, I am giving myself permission to fail.
Seventeen days into this year and the scale has increased by 1 pound. That makes me 3 whole pounds heavier than my Fitbit currently thinks I weigh. Somewhere between Halloween and Thanksgiving, I found those extra 2 pounds and now they have morphed into 3 pounds. It is often said that people gain 5-7 pounds during the holidays. Well after some digging apparently that number is exaggerated, really we only gain a little less than a pound during the holidays. So, in a brief moment I felt better about being under the average, but now I am an overachiever. Go figure.
Thanksgiving is my Super Bowl of holidays. I cook for days and eat everything I love once a year with gusto. The amateur foodie within me comes out when I begin creating all those yummy sides, that swallow my plate whole. It an undertaking and challenge that I excitedly accept with pleasure each year.
I started a weight loss challenge in August. I was on fire for about 2 weeks. I kept strong for about a month and then the fire slowly turned to ashes. I did lose and keep off some weight once the challenge concluded in October. I take that as a win.
It starts today, and I am somewhat excited, awfully nervous, but most of all I am ready. I joined a fitness challenge in my neighborhood. I need this challenge. I want this challenge. Summer is a beast called eating out, vacations spent sitting sedentary while road tripping and my schedule turned upside down. What better way to get back into the swing of fitness and those jeans I want to wear this fall than a fitness challenge.
I take photos today. They are my before shots and that is what is really making me nervous. Exposure, vulnerability, embracing a body that isn't exactly matching how I feel in my head. My body is misshapen by pregnancies, soft and flabby from times I chose a sweet treat instead of a sweaty run, and most of all it lacks the energy I want to have by the weight of some extra pounds I've picked up along the way. Some of my fellow challengers have called it a wake-up call, and I hear the phone ringing loudly.
Summer comes with activities that include not so good for my waistline foods. As a prelude to our summer vacation, we visited Fort Worth last weekend. (Check out Instagram for highlights from our excursion and look for an upcoming blog post about it!) We also dined with friends at our regular rotating dinner party held every other month. WeeWee left to visit family in the Northeast, and that had me indulging in Starbucks to and from the airport. Lattes are my comfort drink of choice if it is too early for a glass of wine! It was a comfort food week and weekend.
Walking all over the Stockyards, Fort Worth Zoo and the Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport was the extent of my exercise this week. I don’t count chasing Little T around the neighborhood pool as much more than a day in the life of my SAHM world. The gym was only a figment of my imagination this week.
So, about my progress. It was minimal at best. I am not sure if it was the three nights out in a row that spoiled my plans of weight loss grandeur or my lack of will power; likely both. I had some losses, but not nearly as much as I had hoped for, proving this journey will be long.
Wednesday night was ‘girl’s night’ and shouldn’t be a dieting nightmare until the ½ price bottles arrive at the table and make drinking my calories oh so affordable. Maybe when we reconvene in two weeks, a nice morning jog the day of will counteract those Chardonnay calories.
I spent Friday night playing Bunco, and the etiquette of our Bunco group include bringing your beverage of choice and a snack of choice. Things I can control, but I skipped dinner in hopes the calories consumed at Bunco would be equal. I fear I was wrong.
Here we go! I woke up this morning with one goal in mind; step on the scale and hit the button that will give me more information about my body than I usually want to know. Then onward to having Too Tall measure me. Next time, I will be able to do it alone, except my arms. That is tricky, like strapless bra tricky.
In all its glory, here are my stats:
33.2% Body Fat
Before you decide to judge, my BMI tells me I am overweight, and not too long ago I was classified as obese. I have worked hard to get to where I am today; with a weight loss of 22 pounds since Mini Me was born. Now it is time to attack the final remaining weight. Essentially, the body fat that weighs me down. I am determined to rid my body from the task of carrying around a muffin top. I am ready to take some pressure off my joints and live without the pain of the excess weight bearing down on me. Gravity is unforgiving.
My challenges are right in front of me, here in my house, the one place I am every day! What I’ve learned about myself as a SAHM is that I love to cook and/or bake, don’t mind cleaning, and cannot stand folding clothes. Since cooking is high on my list of things I enjoy, it lends itself to having a plethora of ingredients on hand at any time. This is where mindless eating begins for me. I can regulate myself at a restaurant. I can resist picking up a candy bar in the checkout line. My downfall is my own pantry. So easy, so accessible, and no one here to judge my choices when I sneak into the pantry for a sinfully delicious, processed, high sugar, high fat ‘snack’. I don’t crave them, but almost daily, lose will power when I want to stuff my face.
Time to brew some iced tea with stevia, track my calories and get some exercise in today. These numbers aren’t going to move themselves, although often I wish they would. My diet is going to be simple, calories in calories out. I will be taking a multivitamin, calcium and probiotic supplements to give my body the necessary nutrition, to be armed and ready and shave off those inches.
I’ll check back in next Wednesday with my progress.
I bought a measuring tape. It is a nice measuring tape, and I found it in the craft aisle. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this new purchase. I haven't wrapped a tape around any part of my body since before Little T came along. Yet, I know the best way to achieve my goals is to track body measurements.
I’ve asked Too Tall to measure me, so I can log my starting point and keep track of my wins and losses. The plan is, tomorrow morning, I will rise before dawn and have him measure me. Then it hit me, I need to research the interwebs for what to measure. Should I be basic and just do the chest, waist, and hips? Or should I go all out and do the bust, chest, waist, hips, thighs, knees, calves, upper arm and forearms? After much consideration, I think I want to go with the longer list for tracking sake but will publish on my blog the basics, unless I notice some crazy change in one of the other six areas. If you want to track your measurements these are the standards I will be using. I created a quick table in Word to document my weekly measurements and weight.
This marks my last soda, soft drink, pop, fizzy high fructose corn syrup caffeine indulgence. Too Tall and I made it special and made a date night out of it to LSA Burger in downtown Denton, TX. While I have slowly weaned myself off these beverages, it feels so final making the conscious decision to no longer have these sweet liquid treats as an option in my diet.
I’ve heard this journey of no soft drinks will be easy, but the entire next day I was craving soda! Each time we passed a gas station or fast food joint all I thought about was having some fizzy sugary goodness. I prevailed and did not consume a tasty beverage, mainly because my husband was driving and superseded my will power and kept me strong. Thus far I have been successful and drinking a lot more iced tea. My new beverage of choice is green tea with Splenda. Oui-Oui has been helping me devour the 2 quarts I make each day.
Stay tuned to see if I succeed or fail at my new-found soda-free lifestyle.
Weight loss. It is such a dirty set of words. I loathe the idea of changing my habits or giving up things I enjoy eating that aren’t so good for me. I often wish I could wake up one morning, and slip back into the size 8 jeans I feel oh, so confident wearing. Yet, I am here; wearing a double-digit pant size, loving my leggings, and oversized sweatshirts. I am a SAHM, and my dress code doesn’t require business casual, or even pants some days. I’ve birthed a couple of kiddos, and yearn for the privilege to wear my pre-maternity clothes that silently line the closet walls. I want my ‘hot mom’ status back or at least feel I’m setting a good example for these wee little ones with my health, fitness, and eating habits.
Rant over, this is where the rubber meets the road. I am back in the saddle, as my fellow Texans might say about my decision to lose the ‘baby weight’ that has stayed along for the journey too long. The past 5 months have been a rollercoaster ride with my weight, and it is high time I start the steady journey up the mountain to my goal size. Yes, I said goal size. I know I have this blog titled “Weight Loss Journey” That is what will occur, but I don’t have an end number in mind. I have a pair of jeans I want to wear again and a body fat percentage number in mind I want to achieve. That means we will find out together how much fat pounds I lose. It is a fascinating idea to learn what my body will do when I stop feeding it garbage, stop overeating, and start exercising.
Want to be a fly on the wall? Great, because I am gonna share it as I walk through this journey to get my body back in shape.
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