I have reached a true milestone and I have to crow about it. I broke a plateau in weight loss. I’ve been trying for years, and today I finally got below 135 pounds. When I saw the needle hovering at 134 this morning, I nearly jumped up and down.
That would have broken the scale, of course, and probably my foot, when I fell off said scale. Besides, I didn’t get any sleep last night and I was too tired to jump. But I was elated nevertheless.
Some of you are probably thinking, “if I weighed 135, I’d be the happiest person in the world.” You are probably not five feet tall. Even at 138 (my lowest weight for the last couple of years), I’m pushing close to the obese category.
I still have ten or twenty pounds to go. Complacency is not an option. I’ve got blood pressure and cholesterol to lower, as well as arthritis, restless legs, and peripheral neuropathy to curtail. Losing weight should improve all those things.
Being in good health is very important to me. I do not want an old age devoted to twenty different pills and all their side effects. I take too many pills already and I have to draw the line somewhere.
It’s obvious to me that it all comes down to food and movement as the cornerstones of good health. I’ve been eating “good” food for years – a sensible diet based on whole grains, lots of vegetables, and very little processed food. The sticky point was how much food. For me, it unfortunately turns out that my body doesn’t need very much. Even after increasing my exercise a lot, I continued to gain weight. In fact, I often compensated for the exercise by eating more.
Yeah, I knew that was counter-productive, but I did it anyway.
I’m finally getting a handle on the amount of food I eat. I’m not perfect about it. I never expect to be. There will also be times when I’ll eat more than I should, just because. Thanksgiving and Christmas come to mind, and there’s my German Chocolate Cake on my birthday. But overall, on a mostly day-in, day-out basis, I will eat less. Once the weight is gone, I will continue to eat a small amount and watch the scale every day.
Don’t worry – I’ll never be anorexic. I absolutely love food. I love wine. I love chocolate. I’m not giving any of it up. So there.
If my weight follows its usual pattern, it will be above 135 tomorrow. But also if it follows its usual pattern, having broken 135, it will go back below it again, and continue to get lower. It’s a slow process. But it took me years to get here, right? I’ll try to be patient.