Exactly one year ago today I weighed, 277.4 pounds. Today I weighed in at 249.6…HOWEVER…and this is why I’m calling it unofficial…I’m retaining water and flaring like a beast…but on 3 July I weighed 247.4…for a total and what I am going to call my OFFICIAL weight loss of 30 pounds.
My fellow fibro gals and guys this stupid beast can pack on the pounds overnight and my best advice: Do whatever you need to so that does not mess with your head.
Anytime the scale takes a “fake” jump I just do not count it. Nope. Now, if I’ve been horking down the goodies I will absolutely own and record it but gains from water retention and/or flaring, which also causes your muscles to store water and glycogen, there’s no way in hell I am ever going to say “Oops, my bad,” to that.
Here’s my Fitday.com screen shot of my weight loss. Each one of those green dots represents a day the scale moved up or down. There are approximately 36 down dots and I’m not bothering to count the up ones (nor did I count the down ones unless they were lower than the most recent lowest dot so going up and then down did not count until it passed the previous lowest dot).
Just a note about the screenshot. To give you an accurate representation of what my weight loss looked like through the year I needed to change my “goal weight” to 247.4. Obviously that is not my goal since I do not have a weight loss goal but in the interest of full-disclosure my next “goal weight” is 236.6–the weight I was before fibromyalgia found me. That’s right I am just 10.8 pounds away. I had dearly hoped to reach it today but considering my recent thyroid med change only produced a whopping .8 pound loss for the month of June it just was not in the cards. Finding that number is the ultimate middle finger to fibro. I know I will get there but I also know right now my body is fighting my thyroid to have a functioning metabolism and until that battle is through the very best I can do is to stay me and do all the good things I normally do.
So that’s it kiddos…30 pounds in one year…almost double my “normal” average quarter of a pound a week. Read that again. Even WITH fibro and a funky thyroid I DOUBLED my normal weight loss.
DO NOT LET YOUR DISEASE–no matter what it is–DEFINE WHAT YOU CAN AND CANNOT DO.
You are better than that. Your body deserves better than that so if weight loss is on your mind you just pick yourself up and go for a walk because that has been the “magic” I have used. Healthy food in the right quantity and movement appropriate for my battered body is what brought me here today.
People always ask “what’s your secret” and I always laugh and say, “Hard work.” I do find it interesting that it is rare for someone to ask what the hard work is but in the event they do I share my daily routine, no matter how much I hurt–even today–is making sure I burn MORE calories than I eat. I hurt, I move. I don’t hurt, I move a little more.
Flares are never an excuse to stuff my face with crap to “ease my pain” and people who do that make me entirely crazy. People…sugar is a known inflammatory agent so when your body is going berserk it is really the last thing you should be giving yourself.
Feed your body…not your pain.
No matter how comforting that sugary food feels you are wrecking your body and prolonging your pain.
Now while there is no magic to the scale creeping ever-downward, keeping myself sane with the pace and being happy with what my fibro body will allow me to do when my soul wants to run–oh if only my body would let me I would be a 5k running freak. My real work happens–IN MY HEAD–because the difficulty level is second only to dealing with my thyroid body’s nonsense.
Do you notice I separate them from each other and who I really am and what I really want to be?
As long as my soul soars, I will THRIVE to find that balance with my different “bodies”–thyroid and fibro but also defective hip, knee, and spine–because they are just parts of my body and my soul is all mine. Perhaps it sounds like a silly head game and I guess it is but it is also how I cope.
I am the author of my experience and my diseases are the annoying punctuation.
Today I celebrate one year.
Today I hurt like hell and to the point I cancelled part of my day–yeah, if you know me at all how often do you hear me say that–that’s where my pain levels are and I am celebrating anyway.
It’s called THRIVING.
Use the vents in the fireplace: Multi Animal Print top, December 2012, Black Jumper, December 2013 and Brown floral print, today.