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I have been back on induction for eight days and my body is readjusted. So now I am preparing myself for its inevitable weight loss pattern of wait and whoosh.
A lot of folks have been posting about how they are doing everything right but only losing a pound or so or maybe seesawing for a month at a time.
They are getting some great advice and being asked to post menus and do all these things to start the process. I have to tell you I have been there and there is nothing more frustrating than doing everything right and still not losing. In fact the advice even starts to grate on you because you know you are doing things right.
Well I am here to tell you something entirely different. I know from past experience my body will often go six weeks without losing a single pound. Or it will tease me by giving me a glimpse of a lower weight then bounce back up three or four pounds and leave me hanging.
Then, out of the blue, six or seven weeks into a "stall", I will lose several pounds at once. Mind you I am not a fast loser. I have to struggle for every pound. Probably because I am not a small eater. I eat between 1800 and 1900 calories a day and put in a lot of exercise to compensate. I am also female, premenopausal, and highly resistant to weight loss. BUT the point is the pattern of loss is WAIT & WHOOSH. Yours may be the same so put away the scale. If you are truly doing things right then the loss will follow. Use inches instead and try to focus on how you are feeling physically. Its tough to be patient but I am hoping that some of you may recognize yourselves in this and have the patience to wait it out.
Until I got used to this pattern, I played a mental game with myself. My body and I were at war. I had the goal to retake my body by sticking to the woe. My fat cells kept trying to hoard the weight to fool me into giving up. It was just a waiting game to see who would give out first. Would I give in to carbs and wave the white flag? Or would I withstand the seige of the scale and wait until the fatcells gave up and went home? I became determined that I was not going to allow my fat cells to scare me off the WOE. I'd wait for the whoosh and trust that doing the right thing would eventually give me the results I wanted. I am stubborn and that helped.
I am now restarting after taking some time away for a number of reasons and am writing this to remind myself that the game has begun again so I need to be prepared. So, take this fat cells!
A lot of folks have been posting about how they are doing everything right but only losing a pound or so or maybe seesawing for a month at a time.
They are getting some great advice and being asked to post menus and do all these things to start the process. I have to tell you I have been there and there is nothing more frustrating than doing everything right and still not losing. In fact the advice even starts to grate on you because you know you are doing things right.
Well I am here to tell you something entirely different. I know from past experience my body will often go six weeks without losing a single pound. Or it will tease me by giving me a glimpse of a lower weight then bounce back up three or four pounds and leave me hanging.
Then, out of the blue, six or seven weeks into a "stall", I will lose several pounds at once. Mind you I am not a fast loser. I have to struggle for every pound. Probably because I am not a small eater. I eat between 1800 and 1900 calories a day and put in a lot of exercise to compensate. I am also female, premenopausal, and highly resistant to weight loss. BUT the point is the pattern of loss is WAIT & WHOOSH. Yours may be the same so put away the scale. If you are truly doing things right then the loss will follow. Use inches instead and try to focus on how you are feeling physically. Its tough to be patient but I am hoping that some of you may recognize yourselves in this and have the patience to wait it out.
Until I got used to this pattern, I played a mental game with myself. My body and I were at war. I had the goal to retake my body by sticking to the woe. My fat cells kept trying to hoard the weight to fool me into giving up. It was just a waiting game to see who would give out first. Would I give in to carbs and wave the white flag? Or would I withstand the seige of the scale and wait until the fatcells gave up and went home? I became determined that I was not going to allow my fat cells to scare me off the WOE. I'd wait for the whoosh and trust that doing the right thing would eventually give me the results I wanted. I am stubborn and that helped.
I am now restarting after taking some time away for a number of reasons and am writing this to remind myself that the game has begun again so I need to be prepared. So, take this fat cells!
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