Three Months...

Three months ago I stepped on a scale and posted a ridiculously low (for me) weight of 199.4 pounds, sealing a win in the Augusta's Biggest Loser competition. I can't say that I have kept every single pound off, because that weigh-in was the result of 11 days' worth of working out an average of 3 hours per day and consuming very few calories. As soon as I got some food in me, and got properly hydrated, my weight settled back up to about 208 pounds. In the ensuing three months, it has been up and down some, but on average, I have stayed right around 211-212 pounds. I immediately shift into weight loss mode when it creeps up over 215, because I don't want to have to return to writing down everything I eat! When it creeps up, it's usually because of sodium in pre-prepared foods; when I work on getting the water off, the weight comes right back down. Because I know what to do, I have actually seen the number on the scale drop 5-6 pounds in a day. Note: this has only been my experience during maintenance - if you are trying to lose, don't think I have some quick weight-loss program to drop that much. Because I continue to eat mostly healthy foods, and use extreme moderation in "cheat" areas, my weight gains have not usually been due to excess calories, but excess water retention.

 

I have added a lot of foods back to my diet, but I eat them in different ways now. If there is something sweet, or something laden with calories, that I just HAVE to have, I fill up on something healthy first, and then take just a bite of the food I thought I had to have. One thing that PHC taught me is that the satisfaction of food lasts only as long as it stays in your mouth - once it goes down, food is food (not nutritionally, of course, but as far as the whole eating experience is concerned, the pleasure stops at your taste buds).

 

One thing that has struck me three months later is that I have sort of lost the feeling of "I feel better". I know mentally that I am better, and I do feel good, but it has been 9 months since I started my life change, and I've just about completely forgotten what "before" felt like. Anytime I carry something heavy, I try to remind myself that I lived for years carrying that weight around, and more. When I look in the mirror, I still see the fat guy - I wrote about this in an earlier blog entry, and actually had a brief discussion with Liz Hill about it earlier this week. But I have all this evidence of my success, and I continue to surround myself with it. When I run, I listen to the audio track from our finale show. I listen to myself describing my goals, and how I hoped to inspire a change in others. I hear my before and after weights read aloud, and I listen to the experiences of my fellow contestants. I try not to talk about it quite so much anymore, especially to those who were around me during the entire six month process. The video archives, my pictures, my blog entries, the publicity stuff I've collected - I keep them all around me, as reminders that I am still on this journey.

 

To those of you who are still in your own weight loss struggles, you can do this, and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. My prayers are for you every day - Eric, Peter, Linda, Valerie - and several within my own church family, who continue to battle on.