1.1 kg down so far. This sucks. I’m never going to get back to 63 at this rate.
Still doing the Whole 30. Will never do it again. Eating out is damn near impossible, and I never thought I’d be sick of cooking, but making enough for lunches and dinners is very difficult. On a happier note, I’ve found a damned good chili recipe that will be even better once I can have a bit of sour cream again. But I miss cheese and butter more than I thought I would.
I have a consult for my potential breast reduction surgery today, as well as physical therapy for my back. It’ll be a busy day.
I’m in much better spirits today. It’s been three months since I started following Atkins (for the most part. I chose nuts over added veggies after 2 weeks). In two days it will be three months since my last binge. I had a little “cheat” on the fourth and went into the fifth and then the sixth before I pulled myself together, but other than that it’s been great.
So let me get out the tape measure. . .
I’ve lost 26 inches all around, and I actually have CURVES that don’t involve being "apple shaped. There’s a visible indention in my waist whereas before it was three inches bigger than my chest and hips! Fourteen inches from my waist. 
Wow, Rushgeekgirl, I’m totally impressed. Good for you!
I’m doing Atkins, too. I lost ten pounds the first month, ten pounds the second month, but only four this third month. I’m getting thinner, though, I can tell by my clothes, measurements, and the way my face looks. However, I’ve been moving house, and have been doing a lot of very heavy lifting and carrying (over 3,000 books packed, stacked, moved, restacked, and unpacked, as well as other assorted household implements), so I think I’m putting on muscle.
That’s great Tapiotar! I am finding I prefer measuring instead of using the scale. I allow myself once a week to measure and I’ve noticed sometimes I’ll go up a half inch or so and it doesn’t upset me like gaining a few pounds (like with the TOM water weight).
It’s just so weird looking at the tape measure, and how much is gone. It is going slower for me too. I lost almost 10 inches the first six weeks in. I must have been seriously retaining fluid! But I think even if I lose just one inch in a month’s time I’ve accomplished something. I laughed this morning because I gained a half inch around my upper arm since last month. I know it must be because I’m doing a lot more around the house. Scrubbing and cleaning to burn off the energy. I’m getting muscle and I’m not even really working out.
Rushgeekgirl and Tapiotar - You are both doing just great. Keep it up -
Don’t we wish it would go faster? Oh, well, any loss of lbs. and/or inches is a cause for celebration!!!
That’s true, JoThrive, thanks for the reminder. I have gotten to the weight I was 20 years ago, and I do feel younger and more energetic. I’ve lost enough from my knees so that I can wear dresses again, without being ashamed of my legs.
Drain Bead, I looked up the Whole 30 after you mentioned it. It looks intense. Good for you for sticking with it.
Finally broke through my plateau and hit 196. It was a long time coming.
Alas, I am going to a party and will be drinking beer and eating bad things this weekend - it may not last.
I’m posting this to confess… I started eating sugar again this week (things like cherries and chocolate-covered raisins and gulp a half-cup of Ben&Jerry’s) and I’ve gained 3 pounds. I’m pretty sure it’s just water weight but still, I don’t like to see the scale move in that direction.
And then today…oh Lawd. I was asked to make cookies for my brother’s birthday party – I’ve made 3 different kinds and have sampled maybe 6 cookies? I feel pretty gross (mentally – my stomach feels okay). Tonight the meal’s centerpiece will be poutine, which is food I’m not supposed to eat, either, but I know I’ll have at least a small serving (no more cookies though!). I’ve been telling myself that tomorrow is a new day and I can get back on the wagon, but I feel pretty ashamed of myself right now.
I’ve had a lot of time on my hands, and have seen running couch to 5k six days a week for about a month, and putting in around 20k daily on a stationary bike.
The results have been dramatic. I went from suffering on the first day of couch to 5k to running 25 minutes daily easily. I went from being slim but toneless to being really toned with a great butt. I doubt I can keep this up during the school year, but for now it’s fun.
Great work Rushgeekgirl and Tapiotar! It really does feel good to hit a low point on the scale that you haven’t seen in years. Drain Bead, I hope the PT helps you build some muscle to carry you through to the reduction. Khadaji, I remember your post from last month and your concern that you might not get below 200 for a while, so congrats on reaching that milestone.
To everyone else bothered about weight gain or backsliding: Don’t spend another moment chastising yourselves. It happens to us all. The important thing is that you’re still in the game. Onward!
BTW, I’m about 35lb down since going low-carb last winter. It’s made a world of difference to my overall health and attitude. My husband says I’m much happier in general now. And best of all, no more digestive system problems. Sugar made me fat, sickly and miserable. If I can lose ten more pounds, I’ll be happy. Starting to plateau now, mainly because I’m struggling to eat enough. Only got to 1250 calories yesterday by forcing myself to eat leftover eastern NC BBQ and drink a protein shake. I need to stock up on more lean protein and healthy sides.
Anybody have the straight dope on the HCG weight loss method? I tried searching for it, but of course you can’t search just for “HCG.”
I suspect a scam but thought I’d ask anyway. Those weight loss clinics are popping up everywhere!
I saw my boyfriend wreck our car, get taken to jail AND I’ve decided to break up with him after eight years together today. Yes, if you’ve read any of my posts in the past about half of them mention my beloved Mig.
Oh and I fainted in the street. First time I’ve ever fainted. The EMT probably said it was a combination of heat and anxiety but my BP was okay so I refused a ride.
So it’s been a rough day.
Fuck yeah I ate some cookies. And a sandwich. But still, amazingly, I have no urge to binge. It could be the heat exhaustion because I’m feeling nauseated still.
But other than that, I’ve lost 16 inches from my waist as of this morning.
Once you get to your weight, Adkins is a great maintenance program. Watch the scales weekly and if you gain, just do Adkins for a week and you will be back.
What the hell?? That’s horrible!
Congrats!
I had a very nice party on Saturday with a lot of positive feedback. Of course, when one loses 40 lbs, there is no way that people won’t notice - but it was still nice to have everyone mention it. Those people have known me since I was 25 (most of them) and this is the lightest I’ve been since they have known me.
Mom says that when I hit 34 regular (I’m wearing 34 relaxed now) I will be wearing the same size pants as when I was in high school. (I have to trust her on this, as my memory of such things is poor.)
I’m so sorry…PM me to let me know what happened with Mig! Does ICE have a hold on him?
So, I’ll bite and post.
I’ve been focusing on losing weight (well, really, on getting my health in order; weight’s just a part of that) since February 26th. I don’t want to give a specific number for my starting point, mostly because it’s embarrassing as hell. And, really, I’ve not been focusing on a specific number; as long as I’m doing healthy things, I figure my body will follow suit. Form follows function, after all, and even though that’s totally not what my AP Biology teacher meant when she said it twelve years ago, it fits.
I’ve just been counting calories. Honestly, anything more complex than that, and it starts feeling like work, and if it starts feeling like work, I’m pretty sure I’ll just say “fuck it” and gorge on Oreos, because, really, I don’t want to be putting forth a Herculean effort for the rest of my life. That’s not sustainable for me. Everyone and their dog seems to be doing low carb, but that isn’t sustainable for me either. I’m a miserable wretch without fresh-baked bread; I can’t imagine living my entire life without it. Counting calories faithfully, though, tends to lend itself to better choices. If I want bread–and, as the descendant of a long line of French peasants, of course I do–then I have to make other choices. Green vegetables instead of starchy vegetables like potatoes or corn. No dessert. Leaner meat or fish. I’ve also made a habit of starting every morning with Chobani and a banana. The protein in the Chobani keeps me sated well into the day, and, if I start on the right track, then I’m set mentally for the rest of the day.
I’ve also been walking, and lifting some light weights, though lately I find that those activities alone aren’t enough to hold the overabundance of energy at bay. I suppose I could walk for longer, but that really does get tedious. I also kept a blog faithfully for the first four months (it can be read here), but I’ve stopped, as I started to feel very much like the female crustacean from Futurama (“I got up, I had a piece of toast. . .”). I think I’ll start it up again this week, if only to force myself to adhere to a schedule.
Since I’ve started, I’ve lost somewhere around fifty pounds, and somewhere around two pants sizes. I still have quite a ways to go, though, which says something about the severity of my situation. I’m currently having problems with my summer wardrobe, in that the majority of my shorts no longer fit. I’ve pantsed myself going up the stairs more times than I can remember.
The curious thing is that it no longer feels hard; that’s another reason I stopped writing. It didn’t feel like I was writing about some kind of grand effort anymore; it felt like I was writing about my life, and putting on the thin veneer of epic accomplishment felt cheap and false.
I can tell when I’m actually hungry now, and can tell when I’m actually full. The few times I’ve gone overboard–I allow myself one free day a month–I’ve either gone only moderately overboard, or I’ve suffered extreme consequences. Two months in, my free day involved a trip to Lou Malnati’s for lunch, followed by a dinner of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a large pretzel roll, accompanied by Cheetos. That night, as I curled into the fetal position on my bed and talked on the phone with my best friend, I swore I wouldn’t ever do that again. And I haven’t.
I can’t eat like I used to, and I have no desire to do so. My only concern thus far is regaining something resembling a decent shape. Certain parts of me are refusing to rise to the occasion. I also suspect that my current weight training isn’t really enough to make sure that I get good muscle tone, so I’ll need to either revamp that, or join a fitness club so that I can learn to do it properly.
Like Rushgeekgirl, I sometimes get discouraged that, despite my loss of weight, I still look like a fatass. I’m waiting patiently for my stubborn stomach and especially my upper arms to diminish, whilst also hoping that the loss from my breasts will cease before all I’m left with is a couple of deflated balloons. I figure, though, that if I keep it up, it has to get there eventually. Thermodynamics, baby.
I’ve hesitated posting in this thread because, honestly, the discussion of weight loss tends to frustrate me. I’m sure that, according to someone, I’m doing everything wrong, but, fuck 'em. It’s working.
And Rushgeekgirl, I’m sorry to hear about you and Mig. 
I get to go back to my usual Weight Watchers group tomorrow after being gone for three weeks. (I did go to other meetings while I was out of town.) I am NOT looking forward to being weighed in, but I can live with the results.
While I was gone, I read Jennette Fulda’s Half-Assed: A Weight Loss Memoir. She lost literally half of her body weight through diet and exercise. She didn’t do anything special, like WW or Atkins; she just watched what she ate and worked out. The book is extremely motivating, and since Ms. Fulda went through it herself, it’s not condescending or patronizing.