I did a weigh in this morning and I am down 4 pounds since last week!

I had to go see the doctor today because I have been having blood sugar problems and he is sending me for tests. I'm not overly worried- I was on metformin for a while to control it and went off when I got pregnant.

The last few days have gone well for me.

On Monday, I pretty much stuck to my own meal plan I made up and I recorded it on Sparkpeople.com. I hit the pool for a half hour of laps while my hubby and baby were in the kiddie pool.

Tuesday, the hubby brought me some workout clothes when he picked me up from work and we walked for about 30 minutes along a boardwalk nearby. I did really well during the day with food, but had a few drinks that night and went over my calorie range.

I don’t drink often- maybe once every few months, but I enjoy it with friends, but I am annoyed at myself for not showing more restraint.

The thing with the calorie intake is unbelievable. My range for weight loss is supposed to be 1540 – 1890. That seems like a lot to me, but then when I eat healthfully, I am in that range! I can’t even imagine how many calories a day I was taking in when I was eating Wendy’s and McDonalds every other day!

Last night I hit the pool for more laps and ate really well during the day and sure enough I was in the proper calorie range! Yay me!

I don’t think I am going to weigh myself more than once a week just because I get discouraged really easily. Maybe on Sunday morning.

 

So this is it…

My latest foray into blogging.

Some days I dig it and some days I don’t.

 

First things first- a little history:

 

I’m 28- about to turn 29 and that’s not what scares the crap out of me- it’s my weight.

 

In grade 6, I remember being 120 pounds. At that time I was reading a lot of teen magazines and sweet valley high and so I thought I was the perfect weight. At the time I wasn’t even 5 feet tall.

 

In grade 10, I weighed 180 pounds and managed to maintain that throughout high school. The only way that I managed to keep that weight was by living off of coffee and cigarettes Monday to Friday and eating real food only on the weekends.

 

At 20, I joined Weight Watchers for the first time because I knew my weight was getting out of control. I weighed 264 pounds and5ft6 and when I started and after one year, I got down to 176. It was the happiest I have ever been with my body, but for some reason, my body and my mind were not in synch. I sunk into a deep depression and had major panic attacks and anxiety.  I was going completely by the book on Weight Watchers. I ate the right things at the right time, and I worked out daily for at least 2 hours. I walked up huge hills and lifted weights and I looked good. I know that I would never get lower than 160 – my body just doesn’t work that way.  My lean body mass without the fat is about 150 pounds so I don’t think my weight could ever get lower than 160.

 

When I was at my thinnest, I got a lot more male attention but still thought of myself as unworthy of great guys.  I didn’t start having a lot more confidence with men until my weight went back up a bit.  I was in the low 200’s when I started dating up a storm and when I met my husband.  

 

At that time, I ate fairly healthy and exercised about 6 hours a week.  At that time I started feeling really lethargic and I was in constant pain and I could never figure out what it was.  After numerous doctor and specialist appointments I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid arthritis and fibromyalgia. At that point in my life, I stopped exercising because I just could not sleep enough and was achey all the time. I was sleeping about 12 hours a night and napping when I got home from work. It was just too much.  As my body got more used to the problems, I found that the only way that I would get my weight back down was through my diet.

 

I managed to lose another 20 pounds with weight watchers on and off over the next year in preparation for our weeding and on our wedding day I weighed 260 pounds. My weight with the fibro problems had ballooned to 288.

 

And then I got pregnant. My weight at my first appointment with the Obstetrician was an even 300. I generally gained one or two pounds a month in the beginning and managed to gain just 18 pounds through my whole pregnancy. My daughter came out at 7 pounds 3 ounces and I was breastfeeding. The first time I got the courage to weigh myself after her birth was at about 4 weeks post partum and I was down to 290. I was very sick the first few weeks after she was born and my weight kept going down.  At 5 months post partum, I was down to 276.

 

But then, it crept back on. Through a series of stupid excuses, my weight ballooned back up in the 3’s.

 

And I didn’t realize it. My weight doesn’t fluctuate by a few pounds; it changes in increments of 10’s.

 

Over the last couple of months I have been feeling like I need to do something but every time I get close- something comes up- like I hurt my ankle or the classes I am taking at night school conflict with a workout schedule.

 

This time, I think writing it down will help. I have to remain accountable.

 

So here’s the plan:

 

1. Write down a menu plan for the week rich in grains, veggies and lean protein
2. Go to aqua fit or swim lengths twice a week
3. Go for a walk 3 times a week
4. Reduce my eating out

 

My unofficial plan:

1.       Stop eating crap food: this means you, ice cream, chips, pop and fried foods

2.       Get your fat ass into a bathing suit to humiliate yourself enough that you want so much to be in a smaller suit

3.       Get off your ass and put the mouse/book/remote down and go do something

4.       Avoid the fast food places- no more fries, frostys, baconaters, cheeseburgers, chicken nuggets, milkshakes that have been de rigeur on the weekends

 

I will do a weigh in and measurements tonight.