Not really. Haven’t even begun getting my premeasured ingredients ready. All the stores were closed Sunday because of some holiday or other, and I being me didn’t realize it until it was too late. So that plan got blown out of the water, with a side of plastic Easter grass and a Cadbury creme egg to boot.
So here we are. It’s March, and I haven’t budged from 150. No up. No down. Just 150. Annoying.
I can’t blame stress, because there’s always stress. If it’s not the basement, it’s the story. If it’s not the story, it’s the shrink wrap on the new relationship. If it’s not the relationship, it’s the holidays. Stress is a constant. Blaming stress is pointless.
Blaming my thyroid would be nice, but my stubborn brain keeps telling me calories in, calories out.
Here is what I know about me after the last three months of trying to figure out why I keep hitting the 150 brick wall: I never feel full. Correction: I can feel full, but only if I eat massively massive quantities of food. I probably could have made a career as a competitive food eater but a) gross and b) ew, really, do you know what those people have to do to down that much food that fast? Again: gross.
So all that stands between me and the Nachos Bel Grande (which don’t, by the way, make me feel full) is willpower and being mindful when I eat.
It’s all very Buddhist.
Proper prep also helps. We had a catered lunch today, and so I cut a bun in half and stacked it with lean, protein-rich meats. Then I sat at the end of the meal and deliberately told myself I was full and had to focus on that while one of our lead programmers talked about pathfinding and physics.
But now it’s 1:55 PM and guess what? I’m hungry. So…I guess I eat an orange and try not to think about it.
Yup.
Crud.
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The centuries-tested hunting for your own protein and side dishes could surely break the 150 barrier. Mine was 170. Can’t…and probably shouldn’t…ever get below 170. But that’s a size 7 for me so I’m not going to complain if I ever get close to it again!
Pack a bow and arrow, sis-o. I hear you have some groovy game in your area, and I’m not talking about the one you’re working on!
Don’t give up!!!
It’s like that wall runners hit in a marathon. You’re doing all the right things, Steph. Everything will come together when it will.
130 is my trouble number. I’m hungrier now then when I started working out. I know I’m healthier and probably have put on 5-7lbs of muscle which wants more food. I’m embarrassed to say I’ve actually tried Hoodia thinking it would curb my appetite but it really didn’t work unless I took 4 or 5 at a crack and the only reason I didn’t eat was because I felt like crap. I know what my problem is.. it’s the Jamacian restaurant down the street. I could eat 5 lbs of jerk anything right now…
Back when I was dieting I hit a wall about 240 and the only think I could do to break it was to change what I was doing. For me it was to start exercising and changing up my diet. Of course now I’ve hit a different wall since I’ve become a big sedentary lump again.
You look great Steph, hang in there. I’m happy for you.
Exactly, sis-o. You are looking insanely fab and you are sooo much healthier than all those pounds ago. So whatever you do, just remember it’s a temporary thing.
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