The Scale Can Kiss My Fat Ass November 15, 2005
I’m trying. I really am. It’s not working, though. I’ve been working out consistently (and by consistently I mean a minimum of three days per week, usually at least four) since the week after my miscarriage. That’s a total of nine weeks of good solid exercise.
Plus, I’ve been faithful to my new endeavour, the no sweet treats diet. I have eaten no candy, cookies, brownies, cake, ice cream, etc. for 2.5 weeks now. It’s definitely not been an easy undertaking, but somehow I’ve managed to keep it up. This has meant not only forgoing the pleasure of filling up my shopping cart with yummy snacks on a regular basis but also not allowing myself to buy any half priced candy the day after Halloween (unheard of in my world). Plus, I was the only one not to order dessert when we went out to dinner while we were in Houston. Do you know how hard it is to sit and watch other people eat scrumptious desserts? (Ok, it’s a tad bit easier when you’re drunk.)
Speaking of alcohol, with the exception of my Houston trip, I’ve cut that out, too. What else is there? I’m exercising, not eating yummy treats, and forgoing alcohol. That should be enough, right?
I guess I’m getting my due because I’ve never really had trouble losing weight in the past. There was no reason to think that it could last forever.
I think the whole pregnancy/miscarriage thing has reset my body. Before all of that, my body had a set weight where it liked to be. It was really into the homeostasis thing. Every now and then I might lose a pound or two or gain a couple, but my body always went back to that set weight.
It seems to be doing the same thing now except my new homeostasis point is five pounds heavier than it used to be. Blah. I’m not happy about that at all. I know it could be worse than five pounds, but those five pounds really make a difference on my body. I’m little. I’m short and have a tiny frame. You can tell when I’ve gained five pounds.
It’s more about how I feel about my body, though. It all goes back to how my self esteem is tied into my body image and all that good stuff. I know if I let the magic number (or not so magic in this case) slip, I probably wouldn’t gain much sympathy. Honestly, I’m not technically overweight. That’s not how I feel, though. I’m overweight for me.
So, I guess I’ll keep on with my new diet and exercise plan. I’m not enjoying it one bit, but I’d like to think that it might work one day. I told myself that I had to lose this weight before my next cycle. Who knows if that’s actually going to happen, but I won’t be able to say that I didn’t try.
Although, I guess I could switch to my husband’s strategy. When I whined to him that I was making all of this effort and that it wasn’t making any difference he said that I might as well just enjoy my yummy sweet treats then. He’s such a good influence. I know those Snickers are calling my name…
Nope, I’m not gonna do it. I can’t hear you, Snickers. La, la, la.
- Posted in : Limboland: the aftermath of IVF Part 5
- Author : amanda
Comments»
make sure to drink MORE THAN ENOUGH water - a shortage of water in your system makes you HOLD on to the water it does find, making you heavier.
AND I bet if you compare a pic of you 9 weeks ago to a pic of you know, you’ll see a difference that the scale cannot show.
I had a trainer a couple of years ago - for 10 weeks I had him push me until I cried. I didn’t even lose 1/2 a pound. But when I look at the picture difference between the old and new me, there is a HUGE difference.
Keep up the work, it will pay off!
It’s mutant Gonal-F fat. Trust me, the EXACT same thing happened, and like you, on me an extra five pounds shows. It took some serious depression related starvation to get it shifted. But it will go, eventually. Just keep thinking, it’s mutant fat and therefore does not follow the usual dieting rules.