15% equals one 4-year old boy
This morning I weighed in at 207.50 pounds, bringing my total weight loss to 43.50. As of this writing, I have now lost 15% of my original body weight, or, to put things more concretely, the whole of my son. My boy had a checkup last week-just an annual physical, and when they weighed him, he clocked in at 43.50 pounds. Today when I pick him up, I'll feel his weight and know that I used to carry all that around with me. It's gone now (he's not, thank goodness), and losing this much weight so far really has been like pulling a preschooler off of my shoulders. Or, really, in my case, from my midsection.
At my height (somewhere just shy of 5'10"), my ideal body weight hovers somewhere in the 135-174 pounds. I don't really understand how the range can be so broad, even accounting for bone structure, etc. My WW leader might be able to help me, though frankly their ranges are pretty high, and I know that I would not consider myself 'finished' with the weight loss part of this journey if the scale stopped descending at 170.
Yes, I know, middle aged weight ranges and all that, but I'm not convinced that is completely accurate for me. My metabolism might be slower now, but my bone structure is what it was when I was 17 and 26 and 35, so I don't see where that matters. Right now, my wrist measure 5 7/8th, meaning I'm a small to medium-sized frame. Given that, I'd say I should wind up somewhere in the 150 pound range. In one way, I'd really like to get to that point, since that means I'd have lost over 100 pounds.
I'm a bit stunned that I'd have that much to lose, but in truth, this is probably where I need to be, given my frame and size, etc. After all, I'm 43.5 pounds down and still in the Big Lady sizes. At approximately 10 pounds per size, 150 pounds would put me in approximately a size 8 or 10. I'd rather be a size 8, since clothes are cut larger now than they were in the "sunrise" of my life. I don't want to be just inside the ideal body weight range. I want to be comfortably inside, well inside, on the low end of inside. I don't want to be just thin and healthy-I want to be Thin and Healthy, exuding strength and fitness and the Unbearable Lightness of Being Me. I will persist until I succeed.
On other news, I've discovered that I've lost my taste for sweets after dinner, and I've started salivating at the idea of a vegetable-rich stir fry with turkey breast. I'm proud of this, since as early as June, my glands would be doing the Pavolvian thing over peanut butter pie, egg rolls, and anything sweet that I'd snuck into my mouth when no one was looking.
I still have an eating problem. I won't call it a disorder, but it is a problem. Just this past Friday, I walked by a display of muffins and cake and my stomach ordered me to stop and load up a plate. My brain contradicted immediately and kept me walking, but still, I had the impulse first, and I had to squash it. Those needs are psychological, but they are real. No matter: so long as I can recognize them for the imposters they are, I'm safe. And so long as I have my WW buddy to talk through these things, I will not falter. This is who I am now. That was just a little flashback, and a good, important reminder that I am not immune to those old, comfortable, bad, bad, bad habits.
Onward and downward I press,
A the K(eepin' it Thin)
At my height (somewhere just shy of 5'10"), my ideal body weight hovers somewhere in the 135-174 pounds. I don't really understand how the range can be so broad, even accounting for bone structure, etc. My WW leader might be able to help me, though frankly their ranges are pretty high, and I know that I would not consider myself 'finished' with the weight loss part of this journey if the scale stopped descending at 170.
Yes, I know, middle aged weight ranges and all that, but I'm not convinced that is completely accurate for me. My metabolism might be slower now, but my bone structure is what it was when I was 17 and 26 and 35, so I don't see where that matters. Right now, my wrist measure 5 7/8th, meaning I'm a small to medium-sized frame. Given that, I'd say I should wind up somewhere in the 150 pound range. In one way, I'd really like to get to that point, since that means I'd have lost over 100 pounds.
I'm a bit stunned that I'd have that much to lose, but in truth, this is probably where I need to be, given my frame and size, etc. After all, I'm 43.5 pounds down and still in the Big Lady sizes. At approximately 10 pounds per size, 150 pounds would put me in approximately a size 8 or 10. I'd rather be a size 8, since clothes are cut larger now than they were in the "sunrise" of my life. I don't want to be just inside the ideal body weight range. I want to be comfortably inside, well inside, on the low end of inside. I don't want to be just thin and healthy-I want to be Thin and Healthy, exuding strength and fitness and the Unbearable Lightness of Being Me. I will persist until I succeed.
On other news, I've discovered that I've lost my taste for sweets after dinner, and I've started salivating at the idea of a vegetable-rich stir fry with turkey breast. I'm proud of this, since as early as June, my glands would be doing the Pavolvian thing over peanut butter pie, egg rolls, and anything sweet that I'd snuck into my mouth when no one was looking.
I still have an eating problem. I won't call it a disorder, but it is a problem. Just this past Friday, I walked by a display of muffins and cake and my stomach ordered me to stop and load up a plate. My brain contradicted immediately and kept me walking, but still, I had the impulse first, and I had to squash it. Those needs are psychological, but they are real. No matter: so long as I can recognize them for the imposters they are, I'm safe. And so long as I have my WW buddy to talk through these things, I will not falter. This is who I am now. That was just a little flashback, and a good, important reminder that I am not immune to those old, comfortable, bad, bad, bad habits.
Onward and downward I press,
A the K(eepin' it Thin)
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