The past three years have been such a roller coaster. Grief, loss, a world-wide pandemic, job change...and yes, weight gain.
I'm currently weighing in at 261. Well, ranging between 259-261 depending on the day. I've pretty much gained back all that I lost in 2018-2019. It started after my mom died and it stalled for a little while and then picked back up. I've finally stopped gaining, for the most part. Even after my dad died in April and I went a little nuts eating out a lot and drinking a lot of Cokes and going to the new coffee top in town and getting sugary lattes. I've finally gotten serious about reigning myself in and eating better and really trying to reverse the damage I've done to myself.
So far I'm three weeks in of no sugary lattes, no Cokes, cooking every meal...I've eating a fast food breakfast on Saturdays but that's the extent of my getting takeout. I even turned down going out to eat with friends. I've made my own coffee, cut back on my evening coffees, cut back on my portions and amount of carbs--not keto or even low carb, just "smart" carbs like I did in the past.
Three weeks and I have not seen a single ounce of progress. I don't feel any better. My clothes still fit the same. The scale has not budged. I have saved a little money but no physical progress. And it's frustrating. I want to go to Chick-fil-A so badly. I want to go eat fried catfish at the cafeteria Friday. I want to stop and get a coffee. I want to eat all the chocolate. But I'm trying to hard to re-learn healthy eating habits and get figure out how to get back on the same track I was on in 2018-2019. I look back at old pics of me from that time period and want to cry. I hate that I let myself get back to here.
And when I really think about my eating habits over the past three years, I don't think I've gone TOO far off the rails. I feel like, even with the more frequent take out, my portions when I go out are still sensible. My portions at home don't feel all that large. Maybe a little more sugar than is wise, but not an excessive amount. At least it doesn't seem that way. I eat a lot of protein. My snacks have been mostly things like beef jerkey or popcorn. Occasionally chips.
*sigh*
I'm just frustrated and disappointed. I know my hormones are a lot different than they were five years ago. My thyroid is not at optimal function but it's within range. I'm not able to achieve the same physical activity that I once did--my knee and foot are completely wrecked. So I'm trying to be patient with myself as I relearn healthy eating habits and focus more on the health aspect like I did five years ago. I'm trying to figure out modified ways of physical activity that is gentle on my knee and foot. I'm trying to focus on fining healthier outlets for my grief that don't include eating. But patience has never been my forte. Not when it comes to my weight and health, anyway.
There's also the idea out there that when dealing with grief, one shouldn't be too hard on myself. But I also know myself enough to know that I give myself an ounce of grace, I'll take a mile.
Anyway, this is me checking in. Adding this blog into my box of tools to hopefully motivate me and help me with this new journey.