Scale Saturday 2018: Week 1

With the dawn of a New Year, so many resolve to reinvent themselves. While I don't buy into the idea that a new year is the key that will suddenly make goals attainable, January 1st this year conveniently landed on a Monday, and also on the day I decided to take control of my health...again (as much as is possible, anyway). Four days into this new start I decided to revive my "Scale Saturday" posts as a way to stay accountable to my goals. The last time knowing I had a number to report made all the difference in whether or not I shoved some high calorie trash in my mouth in the middle of the night. My goal is to lose 68 pounds. Not being my first rodeo, I know at that goal weight I feel my best, and I can maintain it fairly easily.

My morning tools. Coffee, taco egg whites with taco sauce, grapefruit, and my food journal. In the journal I record every weight-in, up or down, if my weight changes, and the food/calories I consume a day. My daily caloric goal is 1400 or under.

I'm a procrastinator at heart, so putting this off until after the holidays seemed like the obvious route for me. And since the first couple months establishing new habits are the hardest, starting off with so many temptations around seemed like setting myself up for failure. We had so many Christmas goodies laying around. Yes, even with my self-lecturing "there will always be more cake and pasta and bacon! Remember how good you felt when you were healthier? Remember how happier you were? This will help you be a better wife and mother!" 

Starting was the easy part. Continuing...not so much. I have not felt well the past couple months, and I held no illusion that my diet wasn't a contributing factor. Some days I felt downright rotten. A couple times I tried cutting back on eating and I'd feel dizzy until I ate something. I wondered if I had given myself diabetes. Despite procrastination, I honestly tried to reduce my sugar intake in December, which made this week's start possible. I'm in the absolute worst shape of my non-pregnant life--yes, even worse than last time. My body aches and my knee always hurts now. It clicks when I walk, not just when I'm heading up the stairs. I have bursitis in it again, something I've only had when I'm overweight. Yikes, right?

I'd like to introduce you to my exercise partner. (She comes by her cheeks naturally!) She's been very needy lately so this way I can move and keep her happy. You guys, I still look pregnant. Kind people say, "Oh, you just had a baby!" But...my baby is 8 months old. No more excuses! My exercise routine is simply trying to walk around the house for an hour a day, on top of my regular activity. I'll increase exercise when I decrease my size and the stress on my bones.

This was taken two years ago this month, at my goal weight. A couple months later I experienced my third miscarriage, and started emotional-eating again. A few weeks after that we found the house we wanted to buy, which turned into a stressful two-month rollercoaster ride. Three weeks after we closed on this house, I became pregnant with Addie. 

I'm calling this first week a success, even though I had a couple middle-of-the-night weak points where I inhaled a cinnamon roll and some fudge. I understand these results are not normal, simply because I have so much to lose at this point. Please pray for me! And Happy Epiphany!

These results seemed unreal (maybe this old scale is off, although it's always been reliable in the past?), so I also measured bust, waist, and hips...and I'm happy to report that I'm also down 2-3 inches on each measurement! Deo gratias!