As of this morning, I weigh 261.5 pounds and stand a whopping 171.5 centimeters tall.
(By the way, I think I will announce my height using the metric system from now on. Being in the upper 100s sounds a whole lot taller than 5-foot-7-1/2. To that point, 118.6 kilograms also sounds better, so maybe the rest of the world is on to something.)
Seriously, though, an interesting phenomenon is taking place with me. I feel so much better than I did earlier this year that it doesn’t seem like I’m in as bad of shape as I actually am. I’m still technically about 100 pounds overweight for my height, according to the BMI chart.
I’m still pretty dang chunky. I just don’t feel that way, at least not to the extent most people would imagine.
Guess that’s what happens when you lose 112.2 pounds in 7.5 months.
Although I’m feeling terrific and can move so much better than I could at my heaviest, I still have a long way to go to reach my weight-loss goal. I want to weigh a healthy weight, which for me is 164 pounds — or about 50 pounds less than the point when I anticipate people will start to tell me I’m looking too skinny.
Getting down that far to a weight I haven’t been since my junior year in high school nearly, well, a lot of years ago remains a huge goal for me, but I’m noticing that my resolve to stick to my program hasn’t been as firm since I hit the 100-pound loss mark.
Granted, I haven’t completely fallen off the bandwagon. Far from that. However, I have eaten things that aren’t going to help me lose weight anytime soon.
Pumpkin bread with chocolate chips. A spoonful (or two or three) of ice cream. A breakfast burrito.
A handful of peanut butter M&Ms, part of a dark chocolate candy bar and some fancy European chocolate.
Raspberry crème brûlée and onion straws (not together, of course) for our 15th anniversary dinner.
OK, confession session over.
Thankfully, that was over the course of a week and I ate pretty healthy the rest of the time, so it didn’t do too much damage.
It just serves as a reminder that I need to keep in mind the reasons why I wanted to lose weight and gain health in the first place. I also need to remember that only losing about one half of the weight I set out to lose isn’t good enough. Sure, I feel so much better now than I did at 373.7 pounds, but I will feel so much better under 200 pounds than I do now.
I can’t settle for better when best is out there. I’ve got to stay motivated.
That means I need to get back to the basics of my optimal health plan, which includes eating six small and nutritionally balanced meals a day, drinking at least 100 ounces of water, not mindlessly snacking and making choices that will benefit me in the long run instead of falling into the instant-gratification trap.
The good news?
I’m motivated and refocused to improve my effort. That mental revival helped me lose 2.5 pounds this week after — GASP! — gaining 0.9 pounds last week. That, by the way, was the first time I’ve had a gain since I began this journey on March 7.
I’m not stressing out about a gain, but I’m not about to let it become a habit, either.
- Starting weight (March 6): 373.7 pounds
- Last reported weigh-in (Oct. 7): 263.1
- Last week’s weight (Oct. 14): 264.0 (first gain, 0.9 pounds)
- This week’s weight (Oct. 21): 261.5
- This week’s loss: 2.5 pounds
- Total loss: 112.2 pounds