We had a lovely teaser of fall weather last week: low humidity, bright sunshine, comfortable temps, and general pleasantness. I took a few extra walks outside, opened all the windows in my apartment, hit the pool, traveled home the long way from work, ate on patios, and rotated through almost my entire robust collection of sunglasses. It was pretty much perfect.
Now, it’s all gross and humid again, and it’s like… I JUST WANT IT TO BE OVER.
Which is kind of how I’m starting to feel about this whole losing weight thing.
My progress has been excruciatingly slow these last 3 weeks. I always knew that would happen — I’m actually surprised it didn’t happen sooner — so I’ve been braced for it for months, actually. I’m also a little skeptical that this is the slow-down; I think it’s a fake-out.
- The week of 8/10 was my first week back from Seattle, and I was dragging ass like whoa. I didn’t hit the gym at all, so no wonder I dropped under 2 pounds. I’m lucky I dropped anything.
- The week of 8/17, I picked my gym routine back up, but it was also restaurant week, and I indulged. Three times. Again, no wonder I dropped under 2 pounds. (Really, it’s kind of surprising I lost any weight either of those weeks.)
- This past week, I again lost a modest amount of weight, even though I can’t account for why. (Then again, this process makes sense less often than it doesn’t, so I’m not twisting my brain into a pretzel trying to figure it out.) I was in the gym exactly as planned, 5 of 7 days, and exceeded my steps by a lot every single day. It’s probably just my body readjusting to this pace of exercise, or that I wasn’t eating enough on the fruit/veggies/fiber fronts. I’ve tweaked my meals for this week to account for that in hopes of upping my game a bit.
So, to recap, I have lost exactly the same amount of weight each week for the past 3: 1.8 pounds. The three-week grand total is 5.4 pounds, which I dropped in a single week early on. Thinking about it that way is frustrating (which is why I haven’t thought about it that way until typing this), but a loss is a loss is a loss. I’m not going to complain for having lost 1.8 pounds, especially considering the fact that for 2 of those 3 weeks, it came at very little cost of effort.
I just want it to be over.
The lifting and the ellipticaling and the treadmilling and the perfect food balancing and the OBSESSIVE step monitoring and the weight checking and the pushing through the foot paining and the UGH. Make it STOP. I’m TIRED.
I have valued this experience in ways I haven’t shared. I have learned so much about myself, about other people, about health, and about life from my little self-overhaul, and I never imagined the volume of profound lessons I would learn simply by going all in on losing weight. I am a better person for it in every way, and I know that. I’m also not done in any sense. I’m not done on the scale, I’m not done mentally, and I’m not losing focus or otherwise checking out. If anything, I’m more committed to this mission every week than I was the week before. So, still going strong? Well, yeah. No plans to change that.
The thing I think I’m really grappling with is, now that I’m entering territory I haven’t seen in many years, am I going to be able to master the post-weight loss? I was getting in the shower after a long day outside, which included a lot of exercises inside and outside of the gym, and I just thought to myself, “I never want to do this again.” Not the work I’d done that particular day, but this process. This process whose infinite value I just raved about. Don’t want to repeat it. Ever.
It’s great and it’s rewarding and it can even be fun, but for the love of EVERYTHING, it is TEDIOUS. It is TAXING. It is PERSONAL. It is HARD WORK. It rewires your thinking to put yourself first, and it makes you feel conflicted for being selfish while knowing you’re doing the right thing. It takes SO MUCH TIME away from the other parts of your life because there’s the getting to the gym, and the working out at the gym, and the getting home from the gym, and the meal planning, and the meal prepping, and the meal eating, and the BLAHBLAHBLAH.
And, while I’m actually enjoying myself in real time, I’m starting to get a little bit nervous about what happens next. Am I going to have to give up all of my free time for the rest of my life, just to maintain health and fitness? Am I going to be so focused and obsessed with that that there’s no room for anything or anyone else? I know I’m getting ahead of myself, but this whole process has only worked BECAUSE I’ve gotten ahead of myself. So, the question is: How the hell do you prepare for thin life when all you’ve ever known is fat or working on it??
I guess it’s like anything else and you just figure it out. So I will. But ugh.
Is it fall yet?
P.S. I’m hosting my first Diet Bet game! As a group, we’re pooling our daily miles to travel around an exotic part of the world together. This is the second in our series of as many DBs as it takes to “see” everything we want to see in the world. If you’re getting a little restless like me and need more community support than you do monetary motivation, this is the group for you — it’s just a $10 bet. We start tomorrow! Join We Run the World here!