Me Minus... 12?
Last week was so much fun! I launched my Me Minus 10 campaign to lose these pesky 10 pounds before I turn 50. I got so much great feedback from readers, many of whom told me they're in the same boat and plan to join me in my pursuit, plus a lot of helpful tips. Thank you all for your support and ideas!
Several concerned readers (and some thoughtful colleagues) wondered whether I really do need to drop those 10 pounds, or whether perhaps I was really suffering from some body-acceptance problems. I appreciate those concerns, and I thought about those issues carefully before embarking on Me Minus 10. But the bottom line is that there are things I want to be able to do -- including sitting in a particular yoga pose called "cow facing pose," which I currently can't do well because my thighs get in the way -- that losing weight would help me achieve. I'll keep an eye on my motives, though, and make corrections along the way if I find I'm veering off course.
So, as I said, last week was great. This week, so far, not so much.
It all started when fitness guru Pam Peeke suggested I measure my waist and also determine my body-fat content. She's more concerned about how much of my weight is made of fat -- and how much of that is piling up around my middle -- than she is about the sheer number of pounds I'm carrying.
I wasn't eager to invest in a new scale. But the other day when I stepped on my old-fashioned arm-balance scale just to confirm that I was starting this quest at 145 pounds, I got a scare. I had to keep moving the weight marker higher and higher, and still the thing wouldn't balance. I got all the way to 161 pounds before the scale settled in place!
Thankfully, when I mentioned this to my husband, who had just been weighed by a medical professional, he stepped on and found that the scale measured his weight at 16 pounds higher than what the nurse had measured. So that made sense: 161-16= 145.
But clearly it was time to get a new scale. We went to Target and bought one for about $45. I waited until this morning to step on -- and found that I weigh not 145 but 147 pounds!
So I'm starting in an even bigger hole than I had thought.
But here's the good thing. That bit of bad news didn't send me scrambling for Oreos. I didn't beat myself up. Instead, I made a nice cup of tea and got out my new food diary and wrote not only about that experience but about a few other things going on in my life that are causing the kind of stress that usually makes me want to stick my head in a bag of M&Ms.
And then I decided to get back to work. All in all, my little setback ended up serving to reinforce some of the new habits I'm working to develop. I can't say I'm happy about the extra pounds, but I am glad to know I can handle that disappointment and move on.
As for reporting to Pam Peeke, I'm going to give myself until my next weekly weigh-in -- on Tuesday morning -- and see where things stand then. Though I'm feeling fairly strong right now, I'm also a little bit raw. In my surprise at my unexpected weight, I forgot to write down my body-fat count. And I don't feel much like getting back on the scale again just yet.
How about you folks? Did anyone else dive into their own Me Minus Ten campaign yet? Let me know how you're doing.
Next time I'll fill you all in on the advice I got from Brian Wansink, who's helping me figure out how I can lose this weight simply by making a limited number of small changes in my diet and lifestyle. In the meantime, you might want to read this article in today's New York Times about whether making small changes can really add up to big weight loss.
Have a great day!
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