no-weigh day
And what's all this about "lifestyle change"?
Before such a question is answered, let's review my weight-loss history.
High School.
For awhile there, I was a slave to the notion that to lose weight, I had to eat as fat-free as possible. Actually, this extended back into junior-high, when my awakward, semi-petite frame and mild junior-high dumpiness (and lack of ability to get boys to notice me) made me think I needed to lose weight pretty much all the time. This was also the time in general weight-loss history when fat-free was all the rage.
This continued for awhile, until my older sister, then mother, discovered something called Weigh Down Workshop. Essentially, a Christian weight-loss program that taught portion control via the wondrous concept of enjoying your food, taking small bites, and stopping at the first sign of comfortable fullness. (It had some other stuff about praying and trusting God, which I did and do, but ignored in this context, because it meant I had to read the whole book.) The earth-shaker, though, was that I could eat ANYTHING I WANTED.
Thus some weight loss began.
Community College.
However, I wasn't entirely in control of my... self-control. So, I might lose a bit of weight (and honestly, I was never terribly overweight, but I had all that attendant insecurity of adolescence), but it was never anything substantial, and it was more a battle of bingeing and feeling bad and then getting back on the wagon.
Somewhere in Between.
When I was 19, I moved to California. Pictures from this era show me as a slim-and-trim girl, though I'm sure I didn't think so at the time. I lived in California for 9 or so months, an interesting but debilitating time, health-wise, as I would sit in my apartment, often jobless, eating whole bags of microwave popcorn and large quantities of pizza. I got as heavy as I ever had been. I went back to Illinois for what was supposedly a trip home for my usual summer activities. I was especially ashamed of my weight-gain at a music festival, where nothing I put on seemed to look good, and I was distraught by the usual problem of not getting boys to notice me.
I didn't go back to California. Somehow, sometime not long after that festival, though, something clicked in my brain and body, and I started to just limit myself, portion-wise. I started to lose weight. I spent that whole winter and spring dropping pounds.
College.
For the first two years of my transfer university education, I attempted weight-loss and portion control and exercise. It was the proverbial time that I look back on now, and wish I had appreciated what I had. No, I wasn't perfect, and I still couldn't get those DAMNED BOYS TO NOTICE ME, which, of course, had nothing to do with my weight, and everything to do with them, losers.
In-between all my semester-ly attempts at health and weight loss, however, I was involved in a rather rollercoaster semi-relationship with a guy back home, and my first Christmas back, I managed to drop 5 pounds in a week, due to lack of interest in eating. It seemed pretty cool to me. I tried it the next summer, but somehow it backfired and while I was basically eating next to nothing I was gained weight. So I kind of despaired at that method.
Post-College.
I was basically still adhering to the whole Weigh-Down concept, because one attempt at eating "healthy" had failed (eating carrots all the time, not knowing they are rather sugary, and certainly not empty calories). I finally buckled down for about a month and ate more conscientiously and exercises regularly, seeing results fairly soon. This ended, however, when I tried out birth control, which contrary to what the drug reps say, certainly messed with my body enough to lead to weight gain, and a lack of ability to deal with my appetite, as my body was basically telling me I was pregnant. So I stopped the B.C., and with the mindset that portion-control wasn't really worth it, and tired of being fastidious, I bought some "natural" weight-loss pills. They worked... but when I ran out of money to buy them, it all came back. So that was that.
Graduate School.
Being alone, and lonely, and trying to adjust to raising an extra-high-maintenance puppy, a long-distance relationship (one guy, same rollercoaster guy, had definitely and definitively taken notice of me) and graduate school slowly took its toll on my decent weight level; beer, ramen, a gas station and its stock of snacks down the street, and choice new restuarants to frequent were all contributors. That was that. I couldn't get a grip, even with a Y membership.
I also was planning to get married at the end of the summer in-between school years. I wasn't one of those brides who could lose weight as well as plan a wedding and take summer credits. The next fall, I was married and no longer alone or lonely, but did have to adjust to a hungry guy who liked to eat more than I did (and could, without consequences), more often, but always - with me.
Which Brings Us To Where I Am Now
and no answer to my original question in sight.
I will get to that, next post.
Before such a question is answered, let's review my weight-loss history.
High School.
For awhile there, I was a slave to the notion that to lose weight, I had to eat as fat-free as possible. Actually, this extended back into junior-high, when my awakward, semi-petite frame and mild junior-high dumpiness (and lack of ability to get boys to notice me) made me think I needed to lose weight pretty much all the time. This was also the time in general weight-loss history when fat-free was all the rage.
This continued for awhile, until my older sister, then mother, discovered something called Weigh Down Workshop. Essentially, a Christian weight-loss program that taught portion control via the wondrous concept of enjoying your food, taking small bites, and stopping at the first sign of comfortable fullness. (It had some other stuff about praying and trusting God, which I did and do, but ignored in this context, because it meant I had to read the whole book.) The earth-shaker, though, was that I could eat ANYTHING I WANTED.
Thus some weight loss began.
Community College.
However, I wasn't entirely in control of my... self-control. So, I might lose a bit of weight (and honestly, I was never terribly overweight, but I had all that attendant insecurity of adolescence), but it was never anything substantial, and it was more a battle of bingeing and feeling bad and then getting back on the wagon.
Somewhere in Between.
When I was 19, I moved to California. Pictures from this era show me as a slim-and-trim girl, though I'm sure I didn't think so at the time. I lived in California for 9 or so months, an interesting but debilitating time, health-wise, as I would sit in my apartment, often jobless, eating whole bags of microwave popcorn and large quantities of pizza. I got as heavy as I ever had been. I went back to Illinois for what was supposedly a trip home for my usual summer activities. I was especially ashamed of my weight-gain at a music festival, where nothing I put on seemed to look good, and I was distraught by the usual problem of not getting boys to notice me.
I didn't go back to California. Somehow, sometime not long after that festival, though, something clicked in my brain and body, and I started to just limit myself, portion-wise. I started to lose weight. I spent that whole winter and spring dropping pounds.
College.
For the first two years of my transfer university education, I attempted weight-loss and portion control and exercise. It was the proverbial time that I look back on now, and wish I had appreciated what I had. No, I wasn't perfect, and I still couldn't get those DAMNED BOYS TO NOTICE ME, which, of course, had nothing to do with my weight, and everything to do with them, losers.
In-between all my semester-ly attempts at health and weight loss, however, I was involved in a rather rollercoaster semi-relationship with a guy back home, and my first Christmas back, I managed to drop 5 pounds in a week, due to lack of interest in eating. It seemed pretty cool to me. I tried it the next summer, but somehow it backfired and while I was basically eating next to nothing I was gained weight. So I kind of despaired at that method.
Post-College.
I was basically still adhering to the whole Weigh-Down concept, because one attempt at eating "healthy" had failed (eating carrots all the time, not knowing they are rather sugary, and certainly not empty calories). I finally buckled down for about a month and ate more conscientiously and exercises regularly, seeing results fairly soon. This ended, however, when I tried out birth control, which contrary to what the drug reps say, certainly messed with my body enough to lead to weight gain, and a lack of ability to deal with my appetite, as my body was basically telling me I was pregnant. So I stopped the B.C., and with the mindset that portion-control wasn't really worth it, and tired of being fastidious, I bought some "natural" weight-loss pills. They worked... but when I ran out of money to buy them, it all came back. So that was that.
Graduate School.
Being alone, and lonely, and trying to adjust to raising an extra-high-maintenance puppy, a long-distance relationship (one guy, same rollercoaster guy, had definitely and definitively taken notice of me) and graduate school slowly took its toll on my decent weight level; beer, ramen, a gas station and its stock of snacks down the street, and choice new restuarants to frequent were all contributors. That was that. I couldn't get a grip, even with a Y membership.
I also was planning to get married at the end of the summer in-between school years. I wasn't one of those brides who could lose weight as well as plan a wedding and take summer credits. The next fall, I was married and no longer alone or lonely, but did have to adjust to a hungry guy who liked to eat more than I did (and could, without consequences), more often, but always - with me.
Which Brings Us To Where I Am Now
and no answer to my original question in sight.
I will get to that, next post.