Yesterday I celebrated six months since my Day 1 on the 20/20 Program by meeting with my dietitian and measuring my current weight. Happy to report my weigh-in showed me at 214.6 lbs, or a loss of 2.4 lbs from last week. I’m also happy to report that I ate a full breakfast yesterday before the weigh-in – another effort in breaking the bad fasting habit I had fostered over those first six months. This brings my total weight lost on the program to over 51 lbs, and the total from my high weight from sometime in July to over 57 lbs. Folks, that’s the most I’ve ever lost on any program ever! That’s serious business!!
Our meetings are less and less her advising me on nutritional methods, and more on me being awestruck by how the food thing is just WORKING. I don’t feel like I’m eating in a way that’s not going to be sustainable for the rest of my life. I’m eating foods that I enjoy, and getting a real feel for what “satiated” means. Fast food no longer has the grip on me that it’s held ALL MY LIFE, and I’m making huge strides in learning to prepare my own healthy and delicious meals. Okay, occasionally NOT so delicious, but nowhere near terrible – and they fuel me, which is what eating is, really. And I’ve dipped into the territory of eating out – which has frightened me in the earlier months of the program – and come away from the experiences with the realization that IT’S OKAY. Going out and having a nice steak dinner with mashed potatoes is not going to send me to the McDonald’s dumpster the next morning ravaging around for scummy leftovers, or grabbing pints of Ben & Jerry’s off the store shelves with a crazed look in my eyes.
I feel so empowered, and continued and LASTING success feels not like a supremely-difficult task to be slogged towards, but a genuine possibility. Not discounting the difficulties that I have/am encountering in this change process – they are plentiful and challenging – but giving myself the kudos that I really CAN and AM DOING THIS! I realize I may be in some weird second-honeymoon stage with this, but I’m grasping it tightly – holding onto all of the positive feelings. Hopefully not to squeeze them dry, but to let them feed the bigger positive feelings ahead.
<<Alert: Rant Ahead>>
One of the challenges I’m experiencing at present is the soreness in the lower half of my body. The 5K took a small toll, but by Monday I was feeling really good. My trainer decided to end our session on Monday with some squats. Ah. Yeah. By the afternoon I was slow. By Tuesday morning I was toast. My legs get DESTROYED by squats. Sitting and standing are THE WORST. Getting onto and off the toilet is a small agony where I must admit, I’ve been mumbling my trainer’s name, following or followed by a short string of expletives. Working out yesterday (40 minutes on the AMT doing intervals, bitches!!) felt okay, and I stretched a LOT afterwards, but a few hours later it was back to as bad as it was in the morning. Yuck.
My legs are HUGE, specifically my thighs. My thighs and my upper arms feel like the meatiest parts of my body. Sometimes I like to think that, for all the soreness, it’s ALL MUSCLE in those wide thighs. A girl can dream! In a few weeks I’ll be getting another DEXA scan, and be able to see with more clarity exactly how my body make-up has changed through these six months. But for now I need to finish my strawberry greek yogurt and get to the gym to
give my trainer a piece of my mind crush yet another workout.