Monday, December 26, 2011

Six Weeks.


Christmastime has come and gone, and surprisingly, after all the revelry, I still managed to lose two pounds this past week. It's amazing that I can make this pronouncement. My confidence in this diet only grows each day, and I can only relate my experience as overwhelmingly positive.

I indulged myself today, and took some time to review one of my old journals I used in a forum back in 2004/2005. It outlined my struggle for continued weight loss once I hit the upper 180s. The scale had slowed to a snail's pace, and over the final 8 month period filled with clean eating and weightlifting,  I had only been able to lose 8 pounds. It was excruciatingly slow, and even with increased physical effort and experimenting with different food restrictions, I was losing the logic-battle of effort-relative-to-reward. I was becoming more and more desperate.

Page by page, I relived my posts outlining my macronutrient tracking, the workout routines used, and sadly, the birth of my delusion. Somewhere along the way, I had come to the conclusion that there had to be a reason I couldn't make the scale budge. I hungered for an outside source to blame, and it came as an imaginary* thyroid condition, to be diagnosed and successfully treated. This of course, led to disappointment once I realized there was no doctor willing to treat my hypothyroidism, and therefore, no way to ever lose the final thirty pounds.

This enormous disappointment pulled me up short and effectively killed my dieting and workout efforts. Continuation of a "weight loss journey" is only logically feasible when you know how to get to your destination, or what the next step is, or even to have a clue as to what the next step could be. I had none. I had been beaten, and was well aware of the fact there was no "next step". Weight regain came quickly on the heels of this revelation.

During the next five to six years my weight fluctuated, and I hit my personal weight ceiling several times. It was only then I would put the brakes on and diet until discouragement set in, usually two to three weeks after weight loss slowed, then stopped. (See the graph for the pattern... it tells the story well).

In mid-2010, the next great idea was in calorie tracking hardware, and since I had always guessed at daily caloric burn, I decided to go higher-tech to see where it took me. So I got a pricey bodybugg, set it up and put it on my arm every day and kept it on for the entire summer. It has the ability to track calories burned, and you then enter the calories eaten and compare the two on their fee-based web site.

Seems like a basic, unbeatable approach, right? Calories in versus calories out. What everyone says is all you need to lose weight. Not rocket science. Stop stuffing Twinkies in my face and this will work, guaranteed.

I guess my body doesn't respond to logic or basic science, because of the end results were that this approach was a disappointment also. It is more than calories in versus calories out, and always has been.

Nonetheless, tracking with the bodybgugg took me to a total loss of 6 pounds, from July thru October 19... roughly 1 pound a month. Blech. In my opinion, the results were mildly positive, but not encouraging. The arm band also gave me a goofy tan line.

So, on October 20, I put down the bodybugg, reluctantly cranked the old Atkins wind-up key on my back, and went full-tilt into Induction, this time also limiting calories from Day 1 to keep calories below the burn level. During the next ten days, I lost the obligatory 9.5 pounds of water weight… and then stalled. For the next two weeks and change, the scale would simply not budge from 213.5.

I was determined however, to dig in and press on, stiff upper lip and all that. But I also wanted to see if there was any new buzz about any untried approaches I hadn't heard of. I was still looking for something that would work for me, long term. There had to be a way. Weight loss simply couldn't be this hard forever.

So, I started reading the forums again, and stumbled across JUDDD. I initially dismissed it as another weird low carb trick born from desperation, (not unlike using oregano to rid the body of candida overgrowth and drinking coconut oil to help burn more fat), but there was a difference with the numbers. People had hit goal. Lots of 'em.

This intrigued me, even as I had to look past the sea of jumping, cheering emoticons and sparkling congratulatory graphics. But statistics do not lie. Facts do not lie.

So I decided to start this experiment, outlined in the first entry here, since low carb was taking me nowhere, and I was in no mood to continue on the Atkins train when it had started showing signs of breaking down again. So, on November 14, weighing 213 pounds, I started modified fasting, and kept the lower carbs/higher protein in place to keep hunger and cravings at bay.

It took over a month to see any real progress and up until last week I was still convinced this was no different than any other diet that started off strong but ultimately let me down.

To recap, I lost two pounds the first week. Hardly earth-shattering, I reasoned. Then 2.5 more the next week. No loss the following week, and barely anything the fourth week. Even though I had not weighed on Monday (my weigh-in day), it was not a noticeable loss.

The fifth week shocked me, and the previous entry tells the story. The scale read 3.5 pounds lower, and I weighed in at 205. This past week was even better. I went below my year-end goal of 204, hitting 201.5 on December 23, a number I will likely surpass before the new year is rung in.

Today, after Christmas Eve and Christmas Day gluttony, I weigh 203. This is a Christmas present I will always cherish, because it is the first Christmas in years where I can realistically envision myself at goal in 12 more months.

Merry Christmas to me!

*The realization that the hypothyroidism was entirely in my head did not occur to me for years. At the time, I was angry at the doctors for not realizing how sick I was, and were just withholding treatment because they were using outdated testing methods. In my defense, I never would have come up with any of this by myself, hypochondria is not one of my faults. I took what I believed to be sage advice from real hypothyroid women who struggled with the disease and "diagnosed" me through the forum posts.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Five Weeks.



Now that I’m over myself at having no scale movement in my third week, I am really starting to think this is the easiest way I’ve ever lost weight. I recently read a post somewhere where a woman claimed she almost felt guilty about the way the pounds were coming off, seemingly without effort.

I can relate, because this week I got a shock to the system. I didn’t get to weigh last week, but five days ago I weighed in at over 207. Yesterday it was 203. For the first time in years, size 16 pants fit.
Granted, they’re vanity-sized Lee’s stretchy Slender Secret jeans, but hey, I’ll take it, and gladly. So goodbye to size 18, and seeyaneveragain!

This is the closest in years I’ve come to what the dieting groupies call “Onederland”. (I also used to have the terminology memorized… I no longer have the patience for the Rah Rah forum crowd with their obsessive overuse of emoticons and graphic scale sliders with butterflies, but it’s useful support for many).

Today, after an “up” eating day, I weighed in at 205. Also started my menstrual cycle today, so water weight was a certainty. It started 3 days earlier than anticipated based on my pre old-woman cycle, but I was tipped off that it might be early because I had an appetite on my fasting day, as in: I was hungrier than normal once I started eating for the day.

In order to find out more about this diet choice, I sought out personal stories from other successful intermittent dieters and subsequently did much more reading of personal blogs. I found the blog  “The Lean Saloon”, authored by an excellently shaped man who basically has three credos: Eat using intermittent fasting, move around a lot, and enjoy living a lot.

I can get behind that. I have also discovered breakfast is simply not the most important meal of the day it has been touted to be, which hearkens back to the way I used to keep trim before I became obese. I used meal-skipping whenever I saw some scale creep and wanted to bring my weight back into the proper place, usually within a 5-15 pound range. And it always worked.

But somewhere along the way, I got brainwashed into the credo of eating 6-8 small meals a day, and never, ever skip breakfast. Eat after a workout. Eat between meals. I drank the Kool-Aid, people. And I liked it. And the lie that did the most damage was: unless I ate breakfast, I was ruining my metabolism and setting myself up for weight gain rebound.

What makes me slap myself in the head and yell "D'oh!" even more is that I lost 10 pounds last summer because I was preparing my home for sale, and didn't make time for regular meals, as well as packing, hauling and stacking boxes, mowing, cleaning, etc. I ate when I was hungry, which sometimes was only once a day. And the light bulb still didn't go off! I wasn't ready to listen to my own body!!

So now, as I come to realize how little value breakfast and rapidly-timed meals hold*, I have a growing sense of abandonment from the nutrition “experts”, and a burgeoning resentment of the entire industry, because all their advice to help me shed weight I’ve been frantic to lose has been wrong all along.

Due to false and/or mis-information, I have to conclude I’ve wasted almost two decades of effort. I’ve had so much frustration and heartache associated with failure it’s mind blowing. It had become acceptable to me to be obese, because other than medication or surgery, I had no options left.

I’ve spent thousands of dollars on the hope of weight loss. I’ve bought many books (including ebooks), used many healthy supplements (and many not-so healthy thermogenics), signed up for online forum subscriptions, calorie tracked, carb tracked, bought specialty foods, dieted using several different methods, and spent hours and weeks and months in the gym tracking reps and weights and time on cardio, just waiting in vain for the fitness fairy to finally let me get back to where I wanted to be, only to come full circle to the method that worked when I was in my 20s and early 30s. So simple.

Skip a meal, stupid. Because of the amount of weight I have to lose it’s had to become alternate-day fasting, but it’s the same exact principle.

I’ll have to absorb this one over time. It’s a bitter pill to swallow.

* The exception to this are bodybuilders and those trying to bulk for muscle building.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Three Weeks.



Oh poop. I’ve already stalled. No weight loss for a week, despite keeping rigorously to less than 500 calories on my down days, and averaging about 1800 on the up. This is the sticking point where dogged persistence comes into play yet again.

The nagging questions begin again: Is it water weight, or a real stall? Am I eating enough protein? Too many carbs? Not enough cardio? (Well, still none yet… tomorrow, right?) Is my body just adjusting for the next week of loss, or is the macronutrients or calorie ratios going to need tweaking?

I am a daily weigher, because I like to see what the response is from the scale, first thing in the morning. And yes, as a long-time dieter, I know all about how the scale “lies” with water weight. I still like to average out per week based on daily fluctuations.

The problem now lies with the fact that the daily average is a big donut hole. So I hunker down and make minimal changes right now, and give the diet a chance to sort itself out, because next comes radical changes, and I hate to go there until I need the big guns for that last amount of stubborn fat I never seem to be able to get to.

I usually give up 30-60 lbs. too soon. Not this time. I’m a slow loser, but this time I will have patience, fortitude, and the will to just keep slogging, one slow, clawed, scaly, turtle foot at a time.