It seems I’m doing OK with the weekly posts and I’m very happy with that. I’ve missed my blog and despite the fact that I have managed to come back to working out now that my injury is gone (thankfully!), I sure as heck miss the accountability and simply being able to share my story.
I have taken a very different approach to my road to fitness and weight loss, mostly due to what goes in my mouth. I don’t follow any diets. The closest thing to a diet that I follow is eating Paleo as often as possible and that’s simply because I like it and it allows me to eat what I like to eat. However, if I am craving a burger, I will eat it. And I won’t feel guilty about it.
Why? Isn’t this not helping me?
Of course it doesn’t help me lose weight. My kind of burgers include cheese, bacon and fried eggs. And they’re always accompanied by a side of fries (cheese fries if I’m really craving it). But I’m happy. I enjoy food in moderation, always making sure that I don’t eat more than my body can take in one sitting (I actually eat very little, it’s ridiculous).
Why am I bringing this up? Well, I went to the doctor’s office on Thursday for a check up and felt amazing when I got on the scale and the assistant told me I weighed 170. WHAT?! I hadn’t gone to the gym in two weeks, and my only meal the day before was exactly what I described to you above, with regular fries. (Only meal simply because my body was in dire need of rest and I slept the entire day.
When I moved to NYC, I was so stressed with the move and what to me was still a difficult break up that the weight I had lost, I gained all back. Pretty quick. So I showed up to this crazy city at 188 lbs. After only 2 months here, sporadic fun runs getting to know the city and all the walking and stair climbing done everyday during your commute, I weighed in at 180 on November 24th. On February 19th, I weighed in at 170. That to me, was simply the best news ever.
This means that I’m only 30 lbs away from my goal. I expect to be at 155 by May and definitely plan to reach my goal by the end of the year.
I will continue eating the way that I do: healthy, clean, attempting to eat my veggies, my fruits, lots of proteins, limiting my carbs (honestly, I don’t even miss them much) and satisfying a craving in moderation. I’m not trying to just lose the weight and say I reached my goal, I am trying to reach my happy weight and be able to keep it being realistic about what my everyday life routine looks like. Please note though, that I DO NOT reward myself with food.
So, before I ramble some more and get into a whole different topic, I want to just say that I’m super excited about this progress. 20 lbs is a huge deal (it’s 18, but I’ve been at 190). Can’t wait to keep working out for fun, spending 1.5-2 hours at the gym, looking at myself shoulder press or doing squat jumps in front of the mirror and then making myself some bad ass meals. Simply enjoying life, doing what I like to do and reaping the benefits.
What’s your weight loss story?
What do you consider healthy eating?
What’s your happy weight?