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Posted on Apr 5, 2012 in Dear Diary | 33 comments

Fat Day

I had a fat day yesterday.

Not the good kind of fat day, where you think of it that way because of all the delicious, indulgent, decadent, rich foods you ate. (I’ve had more than my fair share of those kinds of fat days too, naturally.) No, it was the kind of day where I felt fat. I know, I know, this is going to be one of those kinds of posts, and you’ll just have to bear with me. I can’t help it. For whatever reason, in spite of the fact that I ate pretty well, exercised, and had a wonderful evening catching up with my dear friend Sarah, I just felt fat.

We all have those days, I know. It’s just been tough for me as I struggle with the fact that I’ve basically lapsed into maintenance at this point, my weight loss is slow. Weight loss is a long play, I know. If you want to do it in a healthy, sustainable way, there really are no quick-fixes, no shortcuts. But I need to own up to the fact that I’m neither on nor off the weight loss wagon right now. It’s more like my leg is caught in a loop of rope and I’m dragging behind it. I keep declaring my intentions for ongoing progress. “Onward and downward!”, I say. But I’m not really doing much to follow through. Sure, I’m still watching what I eat (mostly), I’m actually exercising fairly regularly (shocking!), and I’m even counting the occasional day’s worth of calories still. But while I’m barely hitting half-pound losses every two weeks, all it’s really doing is keeping me from ballooning back up. And that might be fine, if I didn’t keep reminding myself that my original goal was — is — to reach 165 pounds, not 188.4 pounds.

So yesterday, I got down about it. And all my self-doubt crept back into my brain and started whittling away at the modicum of confidence that I’ve gained in this new body of mine. “Still fat,” it said to me. “You’re still overweight. You’re soft, squishy, and don’t even think about trying to cover it up with words like ‘curvy’ or ‘voluptuous’ or ‘big boned’. Fat, fatty, fat.”

So I broke down (just a little bit). And then I remembered that I might not be a size 6 yet, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t made progress. And if my own mind is warped enough to be telling me that I’m fat now, what was it trying to tell me back then? So I took to Facebook circa 2009 and reminded myself of exactly what it is that I’ve been fighting for (or is it against?) this whole time. Yep, that’s right folks. It’s time for another installment of Gretchen’s Weight Loss Photo Retrospectiveâ„¢!

The Befores

Oh yeah, we’re gettin’ fancy with the photo layouts up in hurr!

The Nows

Going Out: Then & Now

Christmas: Then & Now

Harry Potter Fanaticism: Then & Now

Okay, I do feel better. I’ve come a long way! And yes, for a while now my weight loss progress has… slowed, that much I do admit. But I know what I’m capable of when I’m focused, motivated, and on track. I need to reevaluate my current lifestyle a little bit to get myself back into progress-making mode: crack down, get back to my calorie-counting roots, etc. The bottom line is that I am going to get there, eventually. Progress is as progress does, you know? And I’m staying the course, continuing on this journey, cliche saying, cliche saying. 😉

Care to come along for the rest of the ride?

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Posted on Aug 27, 2010 in Dear Diary | 1 comment

There are roller coasters, and then there are roller coasters.

Tomorrow the family and I are headed to Kings Dominion – amusement park extraordinaire! It’s about an hour and a half south of DC, and includes tons of coasters, a full waterpark inside, and all that good stuff. I’m very excited, since I haven’t been to KD since I was 13, and it’ll be nice just to spend some time with the fam. Plus, a great excuse to walk around all day burning up the calories, and trying not to get burned by the sun (so unfairly fair skinned am I… sigh.) So that’s the first type of roller coaster this post is about:

The other type of roller coaster I’m talking about is the emotional one I seem to have been riding all day long. I don’t know if it is mostly stemming from it being that time of the month or what (sorry if that’s TMI, y’all), but I have just been going up and down all day. I had a stressful day at work, especially in the morning, because a last-minute request came up from our corporate office and we had meetings booked all day so there was barely any time to get it orchestrated. But I was feeling pretty good around the afternoon, things mellowed out a tiny bit and I had a nice lunch.

I signed up for a 13-week Zumba class with the Falls Church Parks & Rec department thanks to a great tip from Beth’s blog on doing fitness on a budget! I am actually legitimately excited about this class, and I had to pay for the whole season up front (runs 9/14 through 12/7) but I think that will be good motivation to encourage me to go. I’m also encouraging my friend Reema to sign up with me, since she lives in FC as well and she’s the one who brought me along to Zumba this past Wednesday, so we’ll see. If that wasn’t sweet enough in and of itself, my awesome sister offered to buy me some new workout clothes as a reward/motivation for signing up for the class! I definitely need them, too. So all in all, pretty good stuff. But in and out, through and through the day I’ve been kind of down in the dumps.

I just don’t really know why I’m doldrum-dwelling at current moment. I have had a good day, I’m excited for tomorrow, I have two adorable doggies snoozing at my feet right now, so why am I so down? Again, maybe this is just something to chalk up to Aunt Flo, but I’m just feeling… stuck. I was trying to pick out the swimsuit to wear to the park tomorrow under my clothes, and trying them on just got me really depressed. I usually have an ability to be totally blind to my flaws – see around the lumps and sags and stretch marks, but I couldn’t do that today. I feel like for the first time in a long time, I actually saw myself as I really look. Sans denial. And I just stared at my currently massive self in the mirror and thought about how impossibly far my goal really is.

Am I really ever going to be anything other than fat? I fantasize about being a size 6, or 8, or 10 (really, I’ll take any of them) and looking chic in pretty much anything. Being able to define a style that isn’t dependent on what clothes I can actually find in my size. Turning heads in a way that isn’t reminiscent of the way a parade float turns heads. And when I think about that, and then I see myself as I am now, the gap seems so much wider. It just doesn’t seem like it’s something that I can make happen.

I don’t want to sound like the whiner baby I am, I don’t even really know what I’m saying here. I know it’s hasn’t even been three weeks that I’ve been on this journey, and that things are happening. It’s just so hard to continue to see clearly, or even just have faith that there’s a finish line out there. One that I really can cross someday. And I’m kind of hating myself for even feeling this way. I’m so grateful and amazed at the support that I’ve already received, why can’t I just suck it up and stop being so emo about this all?

Like I said, just a bit of an emotional ride today. I think I knew that something was off with my emotions when I got CRAZY excited about our new vacuum cleaner (don’t get me wrong, it truly is awesome but… it’s a vacuum cleaner.) Hopefully things will even out a little bit tomorrow and I’ll just be able to enjoy everything for what it is right now. If you’ve made it through reading all of this drivel to this point, congratulations! Hopefully something a little less moody will be here for you tomorrow. 🙂

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