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Plan to Get Back on Track

So, here I am, practically a year later on my weight loss journey (not a year since this blog was started, but a year, nonetheless), and I am 53 pounds lighter. I think. Why do I say I think? Because my last weigh-in was on August 5th, when I hit that magical place I’ve aspired to reach since first starting out on my trek: Onederland.

Why am I scared to hop back on the scale? Because I binged last week. I fell off the wagon hard, hit a brick wall, tripped up…feel free to insert whatever well-meaning cliche here. And yesterday, I binged again.

So, it’s time to retreat and review. A week off plan is better than a month off plan, so before that bad week becomes a bad month, I’ve created a plan of attack to get back on track.

1. One Soda a Day–I did so well at the beginning, switching from Coke to Diet Coke, then dropping to one Diet Coke a day. And now I’m up to three Diet Dr. Pepper’s a day. The stress of a new job is not helping, but if I don’t practice self-control now, I won’t be successful later on in keeping off the weight.

2. One Piece of Chocolate a Day–Another bad habit that’s crept back into my life is replacing good calories for bad ones. I’ve started eating two candy bars a day again. But no longer. From here on out, it’s one piece of chocolate a day, so I must choose wisely.

3. Exercise According to Trainer’s Plan–I hired a cycling coach, but workouts aren’t effective if not completed, so I will follow his plan starting today.

4. Weigh Myself Every Friday–It takes a big person (no pun intended) to face the scale once a week. I won’t be afraid of criticism, especially when it “comes” from a machine that’s not sentient.

5. No Meat or Milk–When I followed the blood-type diet, I felt amazing. My cycling improved, my sleep improved, my outlook on life improved. Now that I’ve gone back to eating crap, I feel sluggish, and my face is beginning to break out again. So, rather than switch back to the blood-type diet cold turkey, I plan to implement change a little at a time. So that means no meat or daily products, save for mozzarella cheese.

And that’s it. It’s amazing. I know what to do, so why can’t I do it? Because I let the “monster” slip back into the dark, and when I can’t see it, I let it run amuck. But now, my “monster” is back in the light, and I’m attacking head-on.

How’s everyone else doing on your weight loss journey?

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Updates on Weigh-Ins

So, how have I been doing, weight-wise? Two weeks ago, I gained. Two pounds. Not one of my proudest moments. When one of my Facebook friends gains weight, I tell that person it’s okay. Weight gain is a natural process of the journey. Take the gain and move on. Still, I felt really low that day. My only saving grace was that I didn’t binge like the old Dani would. I didn’t bathe in chocolate and ice cream, and I still cycled.

Which brings me to this past Friday’s weigh-in. I not only lost those two pounds, but another one as well. Can anyone say winning? 🙂

It would have been so easy to throw in the towel. I’m at the point of the journey where I’m missing the comfort that food can bring. I know that after the food high comes the low. I know that a good exercise session can be even more comforting than a food binge. Old habits are hard to kill, and that’s what I’m working on: Killing those detrimental habits so this is the last time I lose a significant amount of weight. Who’s with me?


Weigh-In: Eleventh Week

It’s been a good day, and I’ve only been awake for three and a half hours! I’m down another two pounds, which puts me at 219, which means I’m twenty pounds away from Onederland, and which also means I’ve hit another goal on my list. But it’s been so long since I created it, I had to go back and see what my reward is! 🙂

According to my list, my reward is a haircut, but I’ll be frank: I don’t want to cut my hair. I’m happy with it just the way it is. It’s growing out quite nicely. So, I decided, since I exchanged my mani/pedi for a haircut last time, I’ll reward myself with a mani/pedi this time! I’m so excited! These ten pounds were so hard to lose. I think I mentioned last week that three weeks passed where I only lost .5 pound each week. But I did not give up. I pushed on, and I succeeded.

I hope everyone else is doing well on their weight loss journeys. If not, why don’t you join us again? Let us know how you are doing in the comments below.

And now, I’m off to go cycle. Team Cheese Additional ordered their uniforms today, so our jerseys, shorts and caps should be arriving next week! I’m stoked!


Weigh-In: Sixth Week

As I ate my usual, a Veggie Delite with baked chips, at Subway last night, I thought, “How is this going to affect my weigh-in tomorrow?” I’d cycled four days this weight loss week, each time burning between 800 and 900 calories. Was I blowing it by eating a “big meal” for dinner? I’d just have to wait and see. For all I’ve said about not letting the scale run my life, I still have that square with digital numbers haunting many things I do.

Well, I have good news to report. After cycling, tracking everything I ate, right down to those Valentine’s Day hearts, and staying within my calorie budget, I lost two pounds! Woohoo! So excited! And, you know what? It’s about time. LOL

Hope to “hear” other good news from my blogging buddies for their weigh-in days, too. Here’s to a good weight loss week.


Weigh-In: Second Week

I took off my jacket, then my jewelry. No need for any unnecessary weight. I did, however, leave my socks on. The weather had been in the 40 degree range all week, and my feet like being warm. I tapped the edge of the scale with my toes. The digital lines blinked, then “0.0” flickered on the small screen. I stepped on. Looked forward. Waited a few seconds for the reading. Closing my eyes, I dipped my chin to my chest, then opened my eyes. The number read “229.” I had done it: I’d lost two pounds to hit the 229 mark and earn my mani/pedi. I was thrilled, too, because I’d entered a new scale decade. 🙂

Since I weigh myself at Aqui Es, the shop that sells Herbalife shakes and supplements, the club owner sneaked a peek at the number. She clapped her hands in congratulations, then asked if I wanted her to track the numbers for me, as well. At first, I said no, but she refused to take no for an answer. She swiftly yanked out a spreadsheet from her spiral and asked me to fill out the identifying information. I hugged her, because I realized that in this journey, people that support you increase your success.

So, I want to tell each and everyone of you who read my blog that y’all are dear to my heart. Some of you I know by name. Some I don’t. But if it weren’t for you, I would not have been as motivated to keep logging food and hopping on the Spinning bike as I was on January 1st. Thank you for taking the time to read my words. Thank you for caring enough to respond in the comments section. And thank you for believing that I can do this the third time around.

After all, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be treating myself to a mani/pedi tomorrow! Hugs all around! 🙂


Weigh-In: First Week

I prefer Fridays to be my weigh-in days. This way, I eat a little more over the weekends, and I then can work off the extra calories during the week. Also, if I go out to eat at a sit-down restaurant, I’ll be motivated to stay away from fried foods (my weakness). See, if the number on the scale moves down for that Friday, I’ll want to keep the number going in that direction. If the number climbs up even by an ounce, however, I’ll want to get the number moving down again. It’s a win-win situation.

Today, I weighed in at 231 pounds! With jeans! That’s 3.5 pounds down from New Year’s Eve. I’m so excited. Four sticks of butter weigh one pound, so I’ve lost 14 sticks of butter. That’s quite a bit of butter, people.

How about you? What’s your weigh-in day, and why?

By the way, I won’t be able to blog tomorrow. There’s the wedding, remember? Hopefully, I’ll be having fun and not skulking in a corner. With 3.5 pounds off my frame, I already feel sexier, so who knows? Maybe I’ll teach my daughter to dance the Macarena.