About a year ago, I lost 60 pounds. I still wasn’t down to my goal weight of 150, but I was down from 235 to 175, and that was certainly something. I put in a decent amount of effort — planned my meals on sparkpeople.com, got a personal trainer for a few months, went to the gym a few times per week, the whole deal. I was going through a breakup and it was a project to get my mind off of things: Project Me. My friends and coworkers were fantastic, cheering me on…I couldn’t go two days without someone telling me, “You look so great, you’re doing a really good job!”
But then, as the new year set in, I can’t tell you what happened. Did I lose motivation? That happens. Was it because work got busier? It’s easier to work through meals and then “make up for it” later. Was it the singles scene? So many parties. Did the relationship I found myself in earlier this year play any part? When you go out to eat all the time…
Certainly, there are lots of excuses. And I’m sure that all of the above factors played one role or another. But I’ve recently come to realize something very simple that shocks even myself: this downward spiral, it was an act of self-sabotage. And this self-sabotage isn’t unique to this situation; I’ve found myself doing this throughout the course of my entire life. More on that another time.
The fact of the matter is, I stopped going to the gym and started eating crap again — I could see the weight creeping up again and did nothing to stop it. People stopped telling me how great I looked; one woman at work asked me if I was “still on [my] diet.” Though, as a side note, I’m viewing this endeavor as (insert snooty tone here) a lifestyle change. A change that I want to live with for the rest of my life. I can’t do low-carb, Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, pills, all-liquid, cookies, Hoodia — whatever, I’ve tried a number of them and they just make me cranky! And if that’s what you’re doing, I’m not here to change your mind. But I just can’t.
My first weigh-in will be tomorrow. I know my body and I’m guessing I’ve cracked 200 again. Which totally sucks but, starting today I’m being really, really, really, really, really REAL with myself. And, after I’ve weighed myself, I’ll assess where I want to go and how long I should take to get there.
Let’s talk about today’s plans.
Planned Activity
30 min. elliptical trainer with an extra 5 min. warmup and 5 min. cooldown
Planned Food
Breakfast: Protein Shake — 1 scoop chocolate soy protein powder with 1 c. organic fat free milk = 225 calories
Lunch: 4 oz. Atlantic salmon (baked) with 1 Tbsp. lemon juice and 1 tsp. ground black pepper, 1 c. frozen organic spinach (steamed) with 5 sprays “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” spray, 1/4 c. (when dry) white Basmati rice, 1 multivitamin = 384 calories
Dinner: 4 oz. chicken breast (baked) with garlic & rosemary powder and 1 Tbsp. barbecue sauce, 1/4 c. (when dry) white Basmati rice, 1/2 c. frozen peas (steamed) = 310 calories
Snacks: 4 oz. Dannon strawberry la creme yogurt and 1/8 c. organic almonds (after the gym) = 235 calories, 1 apple with 1 Tbsp. peanut butter and 16 oz. Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi (after lunch but before dinner) = 175 calories, 1 container Dole diced pears (after dinner) = 80 calories
Total planned calories for the day = 1,403 calories
I’m trying to get away from the caffeine, but it’s a vice for now. For the record, I’m trying not break 1,500 calories/day. And, since my cholesterol is at 215, I’m trying to take that down and consequently, I’m watching my saturated fat intake — saturated fat should be less than 10% of my daily calories. Today, am planning on 1,403 calories consumed. According to sparkpeople.com, I will have consumed 37 grams of fat (which is well within my allowance of 32-56 grams of fat per day). 6.6 grams of this fat are saturated fat. Since there are 9 calories in a gram of fat, that means I plan to consume (6.6 x 9) 59.4 calories of saturated fat. And 59.4/1,403 = 4% saturated fat calories…well below my allotted 10% for the day. Nicely done, but it doesn’t always work out that way!
I don’t want to start out too hard on myself because I’m just getting over four or five weeks of being sick and I’d hate to relapse or cause it to go on longer than it needs to.
This week, I awoke with a pounding in my ears, telling me to wake up. I think I’ll resume strength training tomorrow, too. And so I begin Project Me.