If you’ve read my blogs before, you’ll know I’ve struggled with my weight for years. I don’t see surgery as an option for me, so I’ve been trying to shift some weight through diet and exercise. It’s been hard, but I’ve seen some great results. But my weight loss efforts seem to have hit a few obstacles lately. I’d lost a total of 29lbs, and my overall target is 34lbs. I feel that this is a realistic place for me to stop and switch to maintaining my weight. But a combination of things meant that my weightloss recently stalled, then went backwards, which was very frustrating when I was so close to my target.
I had a few busy weekends where I was away from home and a few weekends where I had friends visiting or where I was going out a lot. Most of these weekends involved eating out, and it meant that 1.5lbs crept back on and then resolutely refused to move for almost two months.
I also found that my motivation to exercise also deserted me. I don’t enjoy exercise, I only do it because I have to in order to keep losing weight, and because it makes me feel much better physically. When I exercise regularly, I sleep better, I have more energy and I find my mood is better, but recently these reasons to exercise have not been enough to get me to the gym on a regular basis. I kept skipping sessions and I was lucky to get there once a week, let alone the three times a week that I usually aim for.
All this meant that every week when I stepped on to the scales, I was disappointed and annoyed to find that the 1.5lbs I’d put on were still there.
In the past, if I’d hit a plateau like this, it might have been enough for me to give up altogether. It might have been the point at which where I decided to just go back to eating what I wanted and not bothering with the gym. But I’m enjoying being slimmer, I’m enjoying picking up a smaller size when I’m clothes shopping, I’m enjoying getting into clothes that have been hanging at the end of the wardrobe rail waiting for the day when I was slim enough to wear them again. In short, I didn’t want to give up, so I put my head down and powered through.
I got back to the gym, I got my eating back on track and started using my diet app again (I’d been a bit slack with it). After a week there was still no progress on the stubborn 1.5lbs. It was frustrating, but I was determined to just stick with it and see what happened.
After another week of going to the gym and watching my calorie intake, I finally got on the scales to see that the 1.5lbs had disappeared, and taken another quarter of a pound with it. My sense of achievement and satisfaction was even greater than when I lost this weight the first time around. I was so pleased to have put it back on and then lost it again, because it proved to me that I can keep this up. I can maintain this weight, and I am not going to go back to the size I was before.
We all have slip-ups and we’re all going to lapse once in a while, regardless of how good our intentions are. I’ve learned that it’s hard to go back after one of these slumps, but it is possible. If I have another lapse at some point I’m not going to let it phase me, I’m just going to put my head down and keep plugging away, one gym session at a time.
Hi! I’m Lindsey. Although I haven’t had WLS, I have struggled with my weight since childhood. I’ll be blogging here from time to time with updates on how I’m trying to keep myself trim, my ups and downs at the gym and lots of other weight-related issues.