wednesday weigh-in (3 of 26)

January 13, 2021: 222 pounds.
January 27, 2021: 223.4 pounds.
February 10, 2021: 224.8 pounds.

I know what you’re thinking–arthur the lesser, how can this be? I have a few simple theories. It’s very much “third verse, same as the first,” so please skip this if you wish:

  1. My diet is not within an appropriate caloric limit, or when it is, I am not eating foods that are conducive to weight loss.
  2. My exercise regimen, while better, is still sporadic. I struggle getting up at 4:45 a.m. when it’s three degrees Fahrenheit; I especially struggle working out on a freezing cold porch next to a space heater.
  3. I recognize ten thousand steps is kind of a magic number for me–when I get that many legitimate steps in, I usually weigh in lower the next day.

And of course, too–this is a net gain of three pounds. I’m not thrilled to be back at 225 because, at my lowest, I’d lost thirty pounds. So I’ve gained half of it back. Also, too, when I started seminary, I weighed 222 pounds. So I want to be below that. And yet, weight is one indicator of health, not the only indicator of health. And yet, I can do The Thousand Rep workout in about twenty-nine minutes, standard. I can go levels three and now four for thirty minutes on the elliptical. (I’d like to thank my husband’s stubbornness for rubbing off, and one of the streaming services for helping me reconnect with Chuck, which has not aged well!)

I’m going to keep going. I hope you do, too, if you’re looking for a comrade in this struggle. We can do this.

wednesday weigh-in (1 of 26)

Weight is not the only indicator of health. I will repeat this over and over again–the amount of pounds a person carries is not the only factor in determining health. And I am not telling you what to do, what is right, or what is healthy for your circumstance. Good? Good.

Today, January 13, 2021, I weigh 222 pounds. Around this time last year, I weighed 242 pounds. Because of diet and exercise, I affected a slow loss over the first six months of quarantine in 2020, bottoming out at 209 pounds. Since August, I have slowly regained weight because my diet and exercise have changed due to good yet different circumstances.

So I reminded myself yesterday as I exercised and felt like things were hopeless that I met a major goal last year–lose twenty pounds–and that the work this year has to be intentional and ongoing. That said:

  • I have not really watched my diet. I’m grazing, and grazing on unhealthy but delicious things! I have to reign it in.
  • I have not really lost weight in January–I believe I was at 224 at the start of the year. This is probably the new status quo; if I want to lose more of this gut, I have to change my habits.
  • I am trying only to lose three or four pounds a month, which is healthy and slow. I have not decided (or really considered) what it would mean to lose more than that. But that’s not a concern–I have one or two more pounds to lose in the next seventeen days. Doable!
  • I cannot get back into the swing of regular exercise. I like to work out when it is dark in the morning–I do bodyweight exercise in the front room of our house. It needs to be dark because I do not want to be seen and there’s a good spirit at 5:30 a.m. I can’t quite explain. But I’ve only worked out twice. And I need to remedy that. Because exercise helps moderate weight loss.
  • I have drunk more water the last few weeks, getting back into the habit of perpetual hydration.

Is this interesting to anyone but me? Surely not. But I’ve promised to do these–only 25 more this year!