Vanquishing the Bathroom Monster, Part 7
I generally don't post numbers. This is mainly because if I were okay with the numbers, I wouldn't be battling the Bathroom Monster. Obviously I am (battling), so I'm not (cool with numbers). Even when I get to goal weight, or in that realm, I don't really plan on posting the number. I may (huge may) post how much I will have lost, if only to convince myself that it's true.
Isn't it rad that I said "when" and not "if," and I said "will have" instead of "may have?" Mentality is a huge part of this for me. Then again, I find it rad that I used the word "rad" so I just might be a perky person.
Back to numbers. I feel like including my tracking numbers will only make a difference written down if they're displayed in conjunction with where I started and where I'm going. I have that in my head (and some of it in my WW book). This part of my project is designed for a different purpose. Even so, I am going to share a number today that is super interesting to me: 32.
32 was my BMI when I started this project. A BMI of 32 is considered Obese (I feel like my obesity needed boldness). I was Obese for quite a while, probably long before I even realized it. That obesity problem in America? I was part of the problem!
I absolutely hate being part of any problem. I much prefer to be part of the solution. Part of the perky.
I am no longer part of that problem. I am no longer Obese. I am still Overweight, but not Obese. This isn't exactly new; I haven't been in the Obese range for about 3 months. So by now it should be totally boring, right?
What isn't boring is that even though my weight has fluctuated up and down multiple times since then, I have not entered the Obese range since.
What isn't boring is that my clothes all fit better (or they're getting baggy, which I'm going to consider "better").
What isn't boring is that I've had two "bad" weeks as far as exercise and eating go, and I only gained 3 pounds.
This last part is where the mentality comes into play. See, part of the "what isn't boring" is that I don't feel like a fat kid as often anymore. I feel like a kid learning to be healthy. I feel good about myself on most days - even knowing that I'm still in the Overweight range. It just reminds me that I'm on a journey to find healthy, and journeys are rarely quick things. With all that feeling good about myself, as well as the fact that I threw myself back into exercise this week, it was kind of disappointing to find that I gained weight.
Then I looked at it realistically. Before this week, I had been skipping exercise every other day at least for about two weeks. I just wasn't making time for it because of other commitments. I've eaten out several times, pizza twice that I can recall. I drank, and not the one glass a day that WW recommends (although to be fair, I usually have two or three - I just usually exercise it off at some point). I definitely have had frozen custard and milkshakes in the past week. I was just not on my very best behavior, health-wise.
Now in my defense - I have eaten fruits and veggies every day. When I snack, I have celery and hummus. I haven't had a soft drink in a month, and that one was the first in probably over six months. I drank wine and cider when I might have had beers and margaritas (it hurts me to no end that margaritas are 9 Points Plus). I ate cheese and veggie pizzas instead of pepperoni or greasy, cholesterol-laden burgers. I did exercise at least a couple of times a week, which Fat Kid Nette would have found a way to avoid altogether.
Most importantly, these stupid 3 pounds were gained over the course of two bad weeks (I didn't weigh in last week because I was playing with JG!). I had a bad weekend back in April, and I gained 4. Yes, in a single long weekend. The difference, when I think about it, is stunning to me. To me what this signifies is the change I am making in who I am. Setbacks happen when I allow myself to make poor choices. But my choices are not as poor as they were - even when I'm not really thinking about them. I didn't debate over a celery stick and a cookie and choose the celery. I was hungry and I knew there was celery in the fridge and I grabbed it. I also have cookies in my room and ice cream in the freezer. I didn't think about them - too busy grabbing the celery.
Celery is one of those words that I can only type so many times before it loses its meaning and starts to look funny.
My point is that even with the disappointment/setback I experienced today, the happy healthy feeling I've been floating isn't just an illusion. It is a response to the progress I am making as a healthy individual, a healthy individual who is NOT Obese. Just Overweight.
Take that, Bathroom Monster.
Nette away.
Isn't it rad that I said "when" and not "if," and I said "will have" instead of "may have?" Mentality is a huge part of this for me. Then again, I find it rad that I used the word "rad" so I just might be a perky person.
Back to numbers. I feel like including my tracking numbers will only make a difference written down if they're displayed in conjunction with where I started and where I'm going. I have that in my head (and some of it in my WW book). This part of my project is designed for a different purpose. Even so, I am going to share a number today that is super interesting to me: 32.
32 was my BMI when I started this project. A BMI of 32 is considered Obese (I feel like my obesity needed boldness). I was Obese for quite a while, probably long before I even realized it. That obesity problem in America? I was part of the problem!
I absolutely hate being part of any problem. I much prefer to be part of the solution. Part of the perky.
I am no longer part of that problem. I am no longer Obese. I am still Overweight, but not Obese. This isn't exactly new; I haven't been in the Obese range for about 3 months. So by now it should be totally boring, right?
What isn't boring is that even though my weight has fluctuated up and down multiple times since then, I have not entered the Obese range since.
What isn't boring is that my clothes all fit better (or they're getting baggy, which I'm going to consider "better").
What isn't boring is that I've had two "bad" weeks as far as exercise and eating go, and I only gained 3 pounds.
This last part is where the mentality comes into play. See, part of the "what isn't boring" is that I don't feel like a fat kid as often anymore. I feel like a kid learning to be healthy. I feel good about myself on most days - even knowing that I'm still in the Overweight range. It just reminds me that I'm on a journey to find healthy, and journeys are rarely quick things. With all that feeling good about myself, as well as the fact that I threw myself back into exercise this week, it was kind of disappointing to find that I gained weight.
Then I looked at it realistically. Before this week, I had been skipping exercise every other day at least for about two weeks. I just wasn't making time for it because of other commitments. I've eaten out several times, pizza twice that I can recall. I drank, and not the one glass a day that WW recommends (although to be fair, I usually have two or three - I just usually exercise it off at some point). I definitely have had frozen custard and milkshakes in the past week. I was just not on my very best behavior, health-wise.
Now in my defense - I have eaten fruits and veggies every day. When I snack, I have celery and hummus. I haven't had a soft drink in a month, and that one was the first in probably over six months. I drank wine and cider when I might have had beers and margaritas (it hurts me to no end that margaritas are 9 Points Plus). I ate cheese and veggie pizzas instead of pepperoni or greasy, cholesterol-laden burgers. I did exercise at least a couple of times a week, which Fat Kid Nette would have found a way to avoid altogether.
Most importantly, these stupid 3 pounds were gained over the course of two bad weeks (I didn't weigh in last week because I was playing with JG!). I had a bad weekend back in April, and I gained 4. Yes, in a single long weekend. The difference, when I think about it, is stunning to me. To me what this signifies is the change I am making in who I am. Setbacks happen when I allow myself to make poor choices. But my choices are not as poor as they were - even when I'm not really thinking about them. I didn't debate over a celery stick and a cookie and choose the celery. I was hungry and I knew there was celery in the fridge and I grabbed it. I also have cookies in my room and ice cream in the freezer. I didn't think about them - too busy grabbing the celery.
Celery is one of those words that I can only type so many times before it loses its meaning and starts to look funny.
My point is that even with the disappointment/setback I experienced today, the happy healthy feeling I've been floating isn't just an illusion. It is a response to the progress I am making as a healthy individual, a healthy individual who is NOT Obese. Just Overweight.
Take that, Bathroom Monster.
Nette away.