Tuesday, September 14, 2010

At least a plateau gives you a good view.

Every weight loss journey hits a plateau at some point, and right now, I'm standing on top of one. I've been stalled at the same weight for almost two months and it's frustrating. But I know that when things are stuck, they need to be shaken up a bit. That's why today I'm focusing my attention on how I got fat in the first place, what I've done to reach the point I'm at now, and how to start moving in a forward direction again.

Healthy eating wasn't exactly a priority when I was a kid. While my mom cooked some nights, she also worked and that left me and my step-dad to fend for ourselves. More often than not, that meant eating out a restaurant. Our favorites were Olive Garden, Red Lobster, and any place that had good steak or fried chicken. You know, all the healthy places. If we weren't dining out, we were eating spaghetti or cereal or ice cream at home. Sometimes all three at once. Needless to say, I was never a skinny child.

In high school, my eating habits changed slightly, but not much. I ate more fast food, but was also pretty active in show choir and drama. I danced, swam, walked a bunch, and managed to keep my weight from getting too out of control.

Through my 20s and into my 30s, I just sort of ignored the elephant in the room, which at some point became me. I'd try fad diets occasionally - Slim Fast, Atkins, South Beach - but nothing really worked and none of them stuck with me. I kept telling myself I was happy the way I was, and that I could lose weight eventually. Eventually kept creeping further and further into the future and at some point, I sort of gave up on even eventually.

Then I woke up. I shook the fog out of my head and took a good, long look at myself. I was not getting any younger, and I was certainly not getting any healthier. I was not the person I saw in the mirror. I had to do something.

Enter Weight Watchers. Last year when I started, I didn't focus on goal weights or milestones - I focused on  one-day-at-a-time. Each step I took, each healthy choice I made, put me one step closer to becoming the person I knew I was. I tracked my points religiously. And it worked! Week after week, the scale and my ever-baggier clothes reported the same thing - weight loss. I was happy. I was satisfied. And that's where the plateau happened.

Satisfaction and comfort are easy to get used to. But they're also what can get me into trouble. Just because I'm happy at this little rest stop doesn't mean I should park the car and unpack. I need to keep moving ahead until I reach a better place. When I get there, I can be satisfied and comfortable.

Today, I resolve to track my points more diligently. I resolve to be a bit more active than I was yesterday. I resolve to get back into thoughtfully considering my food choices and remembering what is best for me.

Today, as I stand on top of this plateau, I can see in all directions. I see where I was and can look back nostalgically on the good things, while leaving the not-so-good behind me where it belongs. I see where I am and where I want to be, and am excited to move forward.

I am not yet the person I want to be, but I'm getting there.


  1. We want to see a full pic of you in your new found beauty! I am so proud of you!

  2. You look as amazing as you are! I love your blog.