Honestly, I pooped a lot yesterday. I guess it was all the food over the long weekend hubby and I had together. So, um, today I thought I would hop on the scale for a rare sneakypeak at the state of things.
Thursday was my birthday AND my 10-year wedding anniversary. More on that in a moment!
My fasts were pretty good. I did, in fact, go almost 24 hours on Friday. I wasn’t that hungry early in the day and I knew hubby and I were going out to eat for dinner, so I just let it go. I was very ready to eat by the time we did, though.
I weighed in this morning at 316.2 pounds. That is 43.8 pounds lost!
Last week was interesting. I did okay on fasting, but we went out to eat too many times and it definitely caught up with me calorie-wise. I did my best to capture everything I ate (so my calories *look* okay), but honestly, my guesses cannot be accurate. The dinner we had on Thursday, where I definitely went over, I really have no idea how much of the appetizer I had. I have no idea what the calorie count was of the entree I had. I ordered dessert and ate about 1/3 of it, but couldn’t really tell you what the calories on that was, either. I had to find things online that looked similar and hope for the best. The same (sort of) went for Saturday’s dinner. I didn’t eat all day, knowing we were going to a restaurant I like. That restaurant does publish nutrition data, but I’ve been told to use those estimations with caution – the portions might be larger or smaller on any given day – and also, it’s hard to track how much bread you are eating from the free loaf and how much butter you are using. I’m sure not about to whip out the scale, so… I do the best I can.
A part of me would like to avoid restaurants at all costs right now, but another part of me feels like that is not real life and wouldn’t be sustainable for the long-term, so it’s just as well.
Also, I’m super pleased to have lost a pound this week – given my eating was super weird and I think I’m entering the week of PMS-fun-times. I don’t think I’m going to make my goal of under-300 pounds before our vacation, but it’s not like it was a goal I was really working towards, either. I’m just doing what I do and not trying to load in a bunch of expectations, so it’s no big deal.
Anyway, this is me, plodding along, trying to do the right thing for the most part. I do find myself more capable of doing things these days. We bought some pots, plants, and dirt this weekend and I was able to plant all of them, move the sacks of dirt around, and clean up, etc, all on my own. My back didn’t give out on me! Okay, I did struggle to stand up straight for a couple minutes afterwards, but you know. I’m fine today and the plants are in and I feel good that I was able to do it. I think as recent at 3 months ago, I would have needed hubby to do more of the physical part while I did more of the pointing-at-things part, but not this time! Small steps, guys! Small steps.
Calories were pretty good. A bit of struggle at times, but I stayed within.
I had to break my fast on Monday. I’m not sure what happened exactly, but about 4 hours in, I got super hungry. Oh well!
I weighed in today at 317.6 pounds. I have lost 42.4 pounds.
On the one hand, I wish things were moving a little faster. On the other hand, oh my god, no. I mean, it would be harder for starters, but there’s also the loose skin thing. My skin still has quite a bit of padding underneath it, but it IS starting to droop. My legs feel weird and extra jiggly. My arms are a nightmare already. I feel in-between sizes, but still look terrible in clothes, so I don’t feel excited to go buy something smaller. I got some slightly smaller bras (wireless) so I would be at least comfy around the house, but they are tight. My underwire bras don’t fit anymore. I’m down to one and it’s starting to let the girls slip, so I’m just over here in my ill-fitting clothes, staring down the barrel of constant wardrobe issues for the next couple of years.
Complaints aside, my plan is to continue to improve my health through diet and (eventually) exercise. I’m trying to pay more attention to my physical needs for rest and rejuvenation. Overall, I’m learning to do the thing I never knew how to do before – take better care of myself. The wardrobe and the skin and the weight loss can just tag along behind me and I’ll see where I land. If I’m ever going to have surgical skin removal, I’ll want to be in top notch condition going into surgery, because I do know first-hand how difficult and long recovery can be from even relatively easy procedures. I want to give myself every advantage.
That’s my goal. As to my weight, well, another week, another pound, we can call it a win.
I feel like I have been playing fast and loose with my calories. I don’t know why I don’t trust myself, but I feel like 2760 under for the week isn’t good enough.
EXCELLENT fasting this week!
I weighed in at 318.8 pounds. That is 41.2 pounds lost!
Quick note, though… it wasn’t all fat. It was mostly (TMI WARNING) poop. I felt like things were super sluggish last week so I started taking fiber, which I do occasionally. I don’t take the full recommended amount and I don’t do it every day, but if things feel… incomplete… it helps. Also, we had some bad berries and that finished flushing me out on Saturday. So my guess is that 2 pounds of that was what you would call (if you were tacky you would call it this) a backlog. Badumptiss.
Welp, another week gone. Sad to say that I did not lose any weight at all last week. I am still at 38 pounds lost. I don’t now if I’ve hit a plateau or if I’m screwing up my calorie counts or if my body is going through a phase. It is what it is.
And here was how my week went:
I was under my calories by quite a bit, but it wasn’t enough apparently!
Saturday was pitiful for fasting, but I had a late dinner followed by waking up starving so… yeah, 11 hours isn’t even a fast, it’s typical, but I’ve vowed to log everything and log I did.
Ah, well, ups and downs, gutters and strikes, my friends. All I can do is keep on keeping on.
I’m only 38 pounds down and the loose skin thing is going to be a very real, very big issue.
I’m plan to lose at least 100 pounds, hopefully much more, even if it takes the rest of my life. But the skin things is going to bug me. So I’ve ordered micro-needling devices to see if I can help myself in the interim. I mean, all those hours of Not Eating ™ leave me with a little free time during which to experiment.
Also, I’m wearing a shirt that I’ve owned at least 5 years, but never wore because I didn’t like the fit. Apparently, 38 pounds loss dialed back the clock a few years for me. Yippee!
I would not call my calories this week entirely accurate. There were some meals out and it’s pretty hard to count the calories on the one piece of bread I ate at the steak house or the salad dressing that I dipped into at the Italian place. I would say – they weren’t WAY off.
My fasts were entirely accurate. Fasts are so much easier to track. Also, please note that I did pretty well getting in some longer fasts.
All that said, I did not lose much weight this week. I clocked in at 322 even. That is 38 pounds lost!
This week was pretty hard. I was super. hungry. all. week.
Anecdotally, last week was post-menstrual, and I was a starving marving all week. The hunger games didn’t quit until after the steak dinner on Friday, so a part of me is wondering if I needed some red meat or something – not a thing I have most weeks. In fact, I skew heavily vegetarian, but I do eat sliced deli chicken several times a week and a fair amount of eggs. So I don’t know. But my hunger pangs didn’t break until after the feast at Long Horn Steakhouse. Do with that what you will.
I hope to stay on track this week. I’ve got groceries on hand and feel pretty solid in my determination, so let’s be optimistic!