The Plateau is officially broken! One week before my one-year anniversary with Weight Watchers, the scale finally showed me some love! Would you like to know how much love?
3.6 pounds worth! Hard work paying off.
I lost 50 pounds from July 2008 through the beginning of April. It was slow but consistent and I was happy with that. I had my first race on April 18, and after that it was like my metabolism decided to just take a break. From April 18 to July 3, I lost 5.4 lbs. total. Not one of those weeks were losses without a decimal point in front of the number. But I stuck to it. And about a month ago, I started making changes each week to see if I could make the scale move. Nuthin, or at the very least, very little.
So last week, after my weigh-in (I stayed the same after a very rigid couple of weeks), I let it go. I decided I would focus on my triathlon training, part of which meant paying closer attention to the quality of the food I am eating, rather than making sure I stayed in points. After all, this is about being “fit,” not the number on the scale.
Fourth of July, I had Godiva chocolates (3 truffles), a killer dinner (more than usual points but all really healthy stuff) and even ice cream. Real Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. None of that light stuff. I paid attention to my portions. I tracked everything. I made points a secondary focus. I didn’t get hungry. And I really enjoyed my food.
This entire week I went walking, running, biking, swimming. I did abdominal work…all the stuff I’ve been doing, although I may have ratcheted it up a notch because I’m getting closer to my race date.
It was an epiphany for me because even though I was going over points some of the days, the number on the scale actually went down. I realized I had gotten myself into a weight watcher’s rut of sorts. I was staying in points but maybe not making the best food decisions. So all this week I focused on the quality of my food. After all, the ultimate goal is good health. I’m going to continue with what I did this week into next week and beyond to see how it goes, although after this week’s loss, I’ll be content to stay the same next week.
175 was a comfortable weight for my body. I have been stuck here before many years ago. But now that my body has let the number go, I’m hoping to keep moving downward until I get to the weight that’s comfortable for my head.
I know getting healthy is not about a number. I do. But when the scale reflects our hard work, it feels good. It really, really does.