So, the quest to rid myself of at least some of the almost 8 stone (that's something like 110 lbs) that I've accrued since I met my husband nearly 16 years ago has already begun. I've lost 3 of the suckers so far and while it would be nice to go back to my old weight, I'm just happy to be getting healthier and fitter. But wait! I'm having some problems. Momentum is currently not my friend
I've not lost ANY weight for two weeks. TWO WEEKS! It's been hot here and I've exercised everyday - so I have officially been Mrs Betty McSweaty. Eating has been good, okay a few sneaky badduns, but I'm a vegan and am actually pretty healthy most of the time.
By the way, the Vegan thing is pretty recent and part of the push towards a generally healthier me - I don't want to debate the merits of my choices and I won't try to tell you should do the same, just so you know.
So what the heck is going on?
My clothes are getting bigger, but I won't go to a shop and buy new stuff because I don't want the hideousness of disappointment when I try to pour myself into a smaller size only to realise that I'm barely any smaller. I'm already feeling useless enough with not being able to quite keep up with my tennis partners (before I met my husband I was a mean tennis player and generally very sporty and it's hard knowing how much worse I am now and the struggle it is going to be to get back to anywhere near how fit I once was) I can see small changes but feel like if I see someone I know who I haven't seen for a month or two, they won't notice any difference and will doubt my claims of weight loss. I feel like I'm running around in circles. I'm chugging the Green tea (decaf of course) and I don't want to limit my food intake too drastically because I want to do this slowly so my poor old stretched skin can keep up and get itself back into place without the aid of a doctor's knife.
I'm doing this alone - my metabolically-able husband had put on a little weight but not that much, and now the beer belly he had (which was pretty profound) has shrunk quick smart without him doing a single damned sit up!!! A pox on him! I don't intend to fall off the wagon, I like the way I'm feeling nowadays and know it's better, but how can I look at myself and think 'Ok, there's progress, let's keep this baby going!', especially when I look at the scales and see NO CHANGE?
I feel stuck and like this is going to be it forever. So near, yet so far. It makes a shloobee sad and frustrated. What can I do?
I've not lost ANY weight for two weeks. TWO WEEKS! It's been hot here and I've exercised everyday - so I have officially been Mrs Betty McSweaty. Eating has been good, okay a few sneaky badduns, but I'm a vegan and am actually pretty healthy most of the time.
By the way, the Vegan thing is pretty recent and part of the push towards a generally healthier me - I don't want to debate the merits of my choices and I won't try to tell you should do the same, just so you know.
So what the heck is going on?My clothes are getting bigger, but I won't go to a shop and buy new stuff because I don't want the hideousness of disappointment when I try to pour myself into a smaller size only to realise that I'm barely any smaller. I'm already feeling useless enough with not being able to quite keep up with my tennis partners (before I met my husband I was a mean tennis player and generally very sporty and it's hard knowing how much worse I am now and the struggle it is going to be to get back to anywhere near how fit I once was) I can see small changes but feel like if I see someone I know who I haven't seen for a month or two, they won't notice any difference and will doubt my claims of weight loss. I feel like I'm running around in circles. I'm chugging the Green tea (decaf of course) and I don't want to limit my food intake too drastically because I want to do this slowly so my poor old stretched skin can keep up and get itself back into place without the aid of a doctor's knife.
I'm doing this alone - my metabolically-able husband had put on a little weight but not that much, and now the beer belly he had (which was pretty profound) has shrunk quick smart without him doing a single damned sit up!!! A pox on him! I don't intend to fall off the wagon, I like the way I'm feeling nowadays and know it's better, but how can I look at myself and think 'Ok, there's progress, let's keep this baby going!', especially when I look at the scales and see NO CHANGE?
I feel stuck and like this is going to be it forever. So near, yet so far. It makes a shloobee sad and frustrated. What can I do?
