Today was my first monthly follow up with my new doctor, the one that is helping monitor my weight loss. I've been excited for, and dreading, this appointment for days. Did it work? Did I do enough? Did I "cheat" too much? Am I going to fail at this like I have so many other "diets?"
Thankfully, I have the world's BEST Momma, and she came up to my work to have lunch with me today, and that really helped take my mind off of me having the jitters about my appointment. (Since she has a new job now, she has the flexibility that will allow her to come have lunch with me every few weeks! I am SO excited about it!) So, while it was a wonderful distraction, it also only lasted the lunch hour. THEN, as I'm waiting for my time to head out, the MEGA STORM starts rearing it's ugly head, so people had called and canceled their appointments, and the doctor's office called and asked me to come in early. (eeeK!) I left a few minutes earlier than I had intended, trying to beat the storm. I walked in (left 10 minutes early, got there 30 minutes early, go figure), paid, and was instantly taken back. Don't these people know I'm trying to delay the inevitable??
She tells me to get on the scale, please. No shoes, and hold on to those bars. It takes me forever to do it. Please, PLEASE don't let me disappoint myself, and everyone else who has been supporting me. I don't know if I can take that.
The number pops up, and my heart drops into my bare feet.
That's it? THREE POUNDS?? My whole month of eating totally differently only netted a loss of THREE FREAKING POUNDS? How is this possible? But...
Me: Wait.. hold on. What was my original weight? How much does that mean I lost?
Nurse: Oh shoot, I can't do that math in my head! :laughs: Hold on.
Me. Is that... have I lost? I haven't lost THIRTEEN POUNDS???
Nurse: Yes! You sure have! Good job! You reached your goal!
Me: :stunned and teary and shaky: Oh, crap, sorry. Hopefully I'm not the only one that cries like this.
Nurse: Oh, of course you're not. Why do you think we keep tissues right here?
Thirteen pounds. 13 pounds. Ten and three pounds. X - 13!!
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| Just under THREE of these babies! |
Can you freaking BELIEVE IT? I sure as Hell couldn't. I did it. I don't think I've ever lost thirteen pounds in two months together combining dieting and exercising myself into the ground! And, it was so easy. I never felt like I've been deprived, or that I COULDN'T have anything. (Except that time I REALLY wanted a Coke from the ball park, but if I had really wanted it, I would have done it. I just didn't want to sell my first born to pay for it) I still Sweet Frog-ged with The FirstLove, and I Panda Express-ed with The Beard and The Lahore. I don't deprive myself, I just make better choices.
The reason that I didn't think that I had lost as much as that, other than the fact that I never weighed myself, is because I haven't seen much difference in myself. But my doctor explained it all to me, and it makes me feel so much better, and helps keep me motivated: apparently, the majority of the first several percent of body fat that you use is what is called "visceral fat," which is the fat that is around your organs, etc, and cause the medical problems/issues. It's much less noticeable when you lose visceral fat than it is when you lose "subcutaneous fat," which is the fat that is under your skin, the fat that shows. Apparently, after you lose about 10% of your body weight, it's much easier to see each additional pound lost. Knowing this, it makes me feel SO much better. Not only am I losing the "worst" kind of fat first, but there is a REASON I'm not seeing the loss. Soon, though, I will.
That helps keep me motivated. It lets me know that even if I can't see the changes each day, they're happening. Soon, it will be much more obvious as I go along, and I can't wait.
If I lost thirteen pounds with just my diet change, what will happen when I add exercise?
We'll find out this month!
You rock!
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