I’ve been thinking of writing this type of entry for a very long time, but I don’t know if I’ve actually done one. Since 2014, I’ve been working on losing weight in a way that I can maintain. I’m not a recovering dieter or anything; I’ve never dieted at all, actually. Nope, my problem has been medicating my mental illness with the terrific trio: caffeine, sugar, and chocolate.
More than that, I’ve actually used food as a passive suicide method for years. People would definitely react if I used an active method, but if I have seconds? If I have dessert? This is America; no one even batted an eye at my unhealthy eating habits. Yeah, it’s a longterm strategy, but there are definitely diseases that will cut a few decades off your life if you do what I was doing.
Right, so when my husband and I were engaged, he asked me point blank to take better care of myself so that I would live longer. So I’ve been working on it. I’m down 60 pounds so far, and I’ve been roughly within a 10 pound range for almost 2 years now. Some days, it’s frustrating to have stalled out, but at least I’m stable. I’ve also managed to mellow out a bit (having dessert occasionally, eating without avoid all sugars, etc.) and I still haven’t gained the weight back, so things are good so far.
At this point, it’s probably going to be exercise that moves me forward. I thought I should start posting the weekly reports from my fitbit for a bit of accountability.
Keep in mind that it’s still well below freezing here, so I can’t go outside. In the summer and fall, most of my exercise came from walking Dora in the local parks, so it’s been a struggle to do anything lately. Even so, next week should look a bit better.