Weekly weigh-in: 229.3
Loss: 7.7 lbs
Total loss: 62.2 lbs.
Emotion: Little bit loco
Since beginning this incredible weight loss journey, I’ve made some substantial changes in my life and my lifestyle. I’ve sh*t-canned my diet soda addiction, creamed my coffee habit and tried my best to eat smarter, eat healthier and eat less.
More than a “diet,” I’ve been trying to make some sensible changes in my life that will promote my health while bringing my weight back to a more reasonable range. Build some good habits and behavior that will let me go forward confidently into the future without the worry that I’m going to wake up back in Obese City.
But this week, I experimented.
This week, I dieted.
I wanted to see what a *perfect* week would translate to on the scales. Turns out, it’s spectacular, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to live like I lived this past week.
My radar was set on “super-sensitive” all week. I examined every morsel, calculated every calorie. I craftily navigated through events such as a pizza party and office celebration. I made lame-o excuses to get out of multiple dinner invitations and a Friday night neighborhood block party. I had a force-field up and was prepared to deflect anything that came my way.
I fired up the intensity of my workouts, pushing myself until I was slinging sweat like an out-of-control lawn sprinkler. I pushed myself each and every day, leaving just enough in the tank to stagger back to the showers. I lied to myself, promising my weary body a “day off” tomorrow, knowing full well that that wasn’t going to happen, not on a week where we were settling for nothing less than *perfect*.
I put my hunger in a cage and poked it with a stick. I embraced that rumbling stomach and glorified in those meaty growls. As I write this, I fully realize that it would not be that difficult to slip past the line of common sense with this business. It’s almost an obsession itself, this crazy desire to drop the pounds. I know people cross that line all the time, and after this week, I think I can see why: there is a savage attraction that is hard to deny.
I have lost 60+ pounds now, and while I’m not done losing, I am done with seeking perfection. It’s not healthy for your head, and I suspect it’s not healthy for the rest of you in the long run. That kind of perfection is fool’s gold, and I’m looking for something much more valuable than that: a healthy lifestyle that I can life with.