Well, this doesn’t surprise me at all. I am actually very thrilled that it wasn’t more. In my opinion, it could have been ALOT worse.
My measurements for the week:
Pounds: 311 (+2)
Neck: 15 (+.5)
Bicep: 16.5 (0)
Forearm: 12 (0)
Chest: 50 (0)
Waist: 43.5 (+1)
Hips: 53.5 (0)
Thigh: 30.5 (0)
Calf: 18.5 (0)
Lower abs: 56.5 (+.5)
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296 - total of 32 inches and 27 pounds lost in 12 weeks.
So, lets talk about this week… how did this happen?
First off, although I exercised on Saturday (1 hour - breath) and on Monday (1 hour Spin class and 1 hour deep h20 class). I didn’t exercise at all on Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday. I was feeling worn down, was sick, and decided not to exercise this week because of it. So, I definitely didn’t meet my weekly goal to exercise once a day and twice a day 2 times this week.
Secondly, I ate an insane amount of junk food and take out. Oh no, I am not joking. Allow me to elaborate. On Monday I ate lasagna, wings, and caeser salad for dinner. On Tuesday I ate subway for lunch, had a banana buzz smoothy as a snack, and then finished it off with KFC for dinner. On Wednesday I went ahead and ate leftover KFC for lunch, then proceeded to eat 4 turtles, and finished it off with Chinese food for dinner. On Thursday I had Wendy’s for lunch, and then Mcdonalds for dinner. Friday I decided to eat pizza 73 for lunch, and then ate lasagna and caeser salad for dinner… and for dessert, added on half a package of pot of gold chocolates and half a bag of salt and vinegar chips. hahahaha - oh yeah, that was my week. I am grateful that I only gained 2 pounds, and now you can see why! Needless to say, I didn’t meet my weekly goal of only eating take out once this week!
In fact, I didn’t meet a single weekly goal this week. Instead of losing 3-4 pounds, I gained 2. I logged my calories for the first 2 days, and then was too scared to look! I barely exercised. Definitely didn’t drink 6 bottles of water, in fact - on some days I doubt that I even drank 1. Ate take out every single day. Weighed in every couple days to see how badly I did, and binged - every single time.
So, yeah - my week sucked! I was eliminated from my challenge “who can stay the strongest the longest”, failed to reach my goals, and broke a commitment to a dear friend by eating pizza. I pretty much did everything that I told myself I wouldn’t do. My life went right back, almost exactly, to the way it was when I gained the weight. It was those eating habits that got me to 338 pounds - and I just relived a week of my old life. And… it scared the hell out of me!
So, now I need to ask myself why this happened. Well, I think it may have had something to do with the feelings it stirred up while reading the book I have been reading. In my previous blog: http://angel83.buddyslim.com/2008/12/07/what-if-you-could-stop-your-life/ I had mentioned a few realizations I had come to, and I think they actually hit me harder than I expected. I think this scared me, a lot, and because of it I fell right back into my old habits. Maybe it overwhelmed me, and I just gave up because of it. I also think it has something to do with my depression and anxiety, my recovery, and the fact that I have been putting a lot more responsibility on myself lately. Possibly too much too quickly. I may have got ahead of myself, and started expecting too much from me. That expectation brought out my depression and my anxiety, and I retreated to my old habits and my old life - scared of failing, scared of the responsibility for my life that I have put on myself and the expectations that come with that responsibility.
I don’t know why I would sabatoge myself like this though. Why would I intentionally undermine every single goal I made and do my best to NOT achieve it? If I am afraid of failing, why would I make myself fail? I must be afraid of something stronger than failure… maybe I am afraid of succeeding? I must be afraid that I won’t be able to live up to expectations that follow achievement - like continued achievement, perfection, increased responsibility, power. Which makes perfect sense, because I have a long standing history of achieving greatness, and having it followed by dissapointment. I am so scared of dissapointing myself again, dissapointing everyone I love, dissapointing those who depend on me. I am afraid that I won’t be able to handle my success and the expectations that come with it. I am afraid that if I become successful, when people start expecting things from me, I am going to dissapoint them. Like I have in the past. How do I stop myself from having people depend on me and expecting great things from me, how do I stop myself from succeeding? I make myself fail. I sabatoge myself. I prevent myself from having to take on that responsibility, accept those expectations, and risk dissapointing myself and everyone else. I just prevent it from happening, by failing. By being fat, staying fat - using fat as an excuse to not being able to do those great things, those things that would lead me to success.
So, I sabatoged my weight loss because I use my weight as an excuse to not achieve things, and I need that excuse to stop me from succeeding, because I am scared of the expectations that come from success, and I am afraid of dissapointing everyone and myself. I am afraid that I won’t be able to handle it, that I am not competent, that I am not good enough. So long as I have my weight as an excuse, so long as I have weight to lose, I can blame my failures, lack of success, and everything else I am afraid of on my weight. I can use it as an excuse, so that I don’t have to feel the dissapointment directly. Only problem is… I still do. I am dissapointed with myself for not having the courage to handle it all without an excuse. I am dissapointed with myself for letting my health be jeopardized so that I don’t have to be afraid. I am dissapointed with myself for limiting my success, limiting my capabilities, and limiting my life through this excuse. The dissapointment manifests itself through anxiety, and depression. And in response I try to gain more weight, strengthen my excuse - but it only causes more dissapointment. A vicious cycle.
NO MORE! I CAN HANDLE IT! I WILL HANDLE IT! I AM HANDLING IT! I AM FREE OF THIS EXCUSE. THE ONLY DISSAPOINTMENT THERE IS IN LIFE IS NOT LIVING MY LIFE TO THE FULLEST OUT OF FEAR. I AM FREE FROM DISSAPOINTMENT. I AM CAPABLE. I AM CAPABLE. I AM CAPABLE.