Weight lost forever on Optavia: 25.5 pounds
Whew! What a whirlwind month! It seriously feels like I just wrote an Optavia update a week ago. How can it have been a month!
I won’t bore you with the day to day details. Instead I’ll try to hit the highlights and the not-so-highlights.
The biggest and bestest highlight of all is that I am down 25.5 pounds on Optavia!! This morning I weighed 190 pounds exactly. It’s pretty awesome to be well out of the 200s. Not only that, I bought three shirts in the not-fat-girl section of Target! Pretty exciting stuff!
As I sit here this morning, 25.5 pounds lighter than I was eight weeks ago when I started Optavia, I feel like the weight loss has been easy. I feel so good all the time that unless I’m right in the middle of a rough spot, I barely even remember the rough spots. Here’s what I mean: The other day it had been almost 2 hours since I had eaten (remember, on plan we eat every 2-3 hours), and I was driving down the road. I thought I caught a whiff of homemade bread — yeah, I know, weird. Anyway, for the next half hour or so, all I could think about was how wonderful homemade bread tastes. I ate my fueling and without even realizing it, the craving passed. I wasn’t really hungry even…it was just the thought of how good homemade bread tastes. It was truly one of those “f#$% it, I’ll just be fat” moments.
I have quite a few “f$#% it, I’ll just be fat” moments every week, and every single time it comes down to a choice. Usually, I just walk away or drive past the temptation. If I’m at home, I make myself busy…OUT of the kitchen…and before I know it, it’s time for a fueling. Don’t get me wrong, those moments are hard…it’s just that they pale in comparison to the constant energy and clear-headedness I experience all the time now.
My son graduated from high school a couple weeks ago so my house was filled with yummy off-plan food. I resisted during the prep days—getting assistance from my mom who made the cupcakes. I’m pretty strong, but probably not strong enough to resist cake batter yet! On graduation day, I made the choice that I was going to eat off-plan, knowing full well that it would slow down my progress. The day after graduation, I truly faltered and ate off-plan all day…not by predetermined choice like the day before, but because I chose in the moment to give in to my cravings. I absolutely refuse to call it cheating or failure. Rather than beat myself up and decide I was never going to succeed because of one not-so-great day of choices, I was fully back on plan the next day. And? I still lost the same amount of weight that week as every other week…but I’m sure that was because of the intense constant physical activity I did for four days leading up to the graduation party…which included hauling many landscape rocks by hand around my yard. Anyway, my point is, a bad choice or even a day of bad choices isn’t failure. It’s simply a moment in time that passes making room for your next choice to be better.
A few other moments in time where my choice mattered:
- Going out to lunch with family for four consecutive days. Chose salads or protein/veggies three out of four times. Added mashed potatoes to my meal on that fourth day. Seriously, there’s only so many times in a row a girl can stare at a menu and make the right choice!
- Forgetting all of my fuelings for the day after leaving for work and choosing to go home and get them, knowing that if I don’t I will hit a fast food joint for lunch. There is now a box of emergency fuelings in the trunk of my car.
- Watching the girl pack her snacks for her trip to Florida and eating only the head off of one frosted animal cookie rather than the whole bag.
- Sending leftover chips and cereal with family as they left after graduation weekend rather than having it here in my house.
- Choosing to eat a full-on tortilla filled with rice, beef, and queso at the graduation party and realizing that even though this was a favorite choice a few months ago it seriously needed a flavor boost with some fresh veggies!
- Choosing to eat at a favorite restaurant while away on a work trip knowing full well that I would not be ordering a salad. I hovered around the 200-pound mark a couple days longer than I would have if I had chosen differently.
Some of these choices were great. Others not so much. It’s that way with pretty much anything, isn’t it? The trick is to make more good choices than bad.