Loosing weight is far from easy. It takes determination, focus, sacrifice, and lots of hard work.
One of my May goals is to loose four pounds. In the past, when I have sought to shed a couple of pounds, it has come off pretty easily. I’ve made the decision, followed through on the changes, and I’ve seen success. This time is a completely different story.
I made the decision to shed a couple of pounds after noticing that some of my clothes were getting tight. There were a couple of pairs of shorts that I had hoped to wear in Florida last month that were just a tad too tight. A couple of my pairs of pants for work have gotten a bit snug for comfort. Its not that my clothes don’t fit anymore, some of them are just tight and I’m not happy with how I look in them.
This time around of trying to loose a few pounds is far different than any other time. Other than last year when I was focused on getting my pre-pregnancy body back, this is the first time that I’ve sought to loose weight as a mother. I was breastfeeding during my postpartum fitness journey, and consider myself one of the lucky ones where breastfeeding helped me to quickly shed the weight. In fact, there were some points when I thought that I might have lost too much weight, and no matter how much I ate, I couldn’t seem to keep my milk supply up and keep weight on me. A year later, I’m experiencing the opposite.
No matter how much time I try to find for exercising, or how closely I watch what I eat, the scale is just not budging. I know that circumstances are different this time around than in the past. Loosing weight for my wedding was a much easier task, and I think that I’m spending too much time and effort comparing this time around to then. I have a child now, my job is more stressful now than it was then, and I have a house to maintain. Six years ago I didn’t have a child, I was not teaching advanced placement classes, and I lived in an apartment. I know that my body also went through a lot of changes both with pregnancy and then post pregnancy, and that I shouldn’t be comparing my current journey to then, but it is hard not to.
I also need to keep reminding myself that muscle weighs more than fat does, and I know that I’ve gained muscle over the past two weeks. Since my last half marathon I’ve started spending more time than I previously did on weight and strength training. I’ve been trying to be better about varying the exercises that I do. I leave the gym sore, and my muscles, particularly my legs and booty, are usually even more sore the next day, which causes me to be on an emotional high, only to be brought down by not seeing the results on the scale that I want to see. I know that weight is only a number, and I keep reminding myself of that, but it is still hard to not see the results that I’m after.
I also know that it has only been two weeks since I really started focusing on shedding these couple of pounds. I am by no means giving up, but I’m realizing that weight loss is both a physical and an emotional roller coaster. Some days are more successful than others. Hopefully with continued hard work and focus I will start seeing the results that I desire.
QOTD: How do you manage the emotional side of weight loss?