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I hadn’t set on a scale since last Monday. I was going to my weigh-in on Saturday, June 9th, with absolutely no idea how I had done.
This is what I did know.
I had faithfully tracked every single bite that entered my body.
I had stayed fully within my points. In fact, I didn’t even eat all of my weekly points.
But I just didn’t know.
I might step on that scale and be told that I had gained or lost. No idea.
I knew I would not have a big loss. That was inevitable. I had already hit the diet after returning home from San Diego, and my big loss had already occurred. I would be pleased with any loss.
So, how did I do?
June 9, 2012
Change from Last Week: -2.2 pounds
Change from All-Time Highest: -46.2 pounds
Woo hoo! I am extremely pleased. Two-ish pounds a week is extremely healthy and sustainable weight loss.
You know how when you play Super Mario Brothers 3, and you can get both warp whistles in the 1st world and use them to skip all the way to the end?
I’m not doing that. I could do any number of things to make my numbers drop dramatically and drastically. Surgery. Extreme dieting. Starvation. Even dehydration tricks just to make the numbers on the scale move. Pass.
The journey is laid out before me, and I’ll get there two-ish pounds at a time.
And that’s great.
Other than a few meetings I attended on campus, Saturday was the first time I’ve actually taken part in a Weight Watchers meeting with the intention of staying for a while (and not just getting program information) in several years.
It was surprisingly nice.
I’m attending with my mom.
I have a confession that’s not really a confession because I’m okay with it.
I’m a huge mama’s boy. Always have been.
I’m really glad that I’m doing this with my mom, because I want her to be around for a long time.
In a few months, Moon Pie will be here. With her driving to my town to go to Weight Watchers with me every Saturday, she’ll be here at least once a week to spend some time with her grandson, too. (And I’m sure my dad will end up coming, too. These are all good things. I want my son to know and love his grandparents.)
I’m going to be brutally honest right now. There was a big part of me that was a little ashamed to have to be going back. I joined Weight Watchers on February 9, 2004, for the first time. I weighed in at 403.8. Over the next year and a half, I lost down to around 250.
Life got in the way. Bad break ups. I fell off the wagon. Hard.
And so it is, that on June 2, 2012, I went to Weight Watchers and I weighed in OVER one hundred pounds heavier than I left back in 2005.
June 2, 2012 Weigh-In
Change From Highest: -44 pounds
(It is about a pound less than my Wednesday weigh-in, but I’m not going to count it. From now on, I am sticking to the Weight Watchers scale for weigh-ins.)
It is what it is. I’m not beating myself up this time. I just pledge to get the weight off and to keep going to Weight Watchers. I view it as my Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. I may need to go forever. Heck, I may make it a goal to someday be a Weight Watchers leader. Let’s wait and see.
I’m doing the program. I am still carefully modifying my diet to keep me mentally happy and keep my body happy. I know from past experience that I can’t use zero points fruit as a Fruit Binge Free-for-All.
I can do this. I will do this. I am doing this.
This guy is coming back.
But without the lame blonde highlights. I don’t know what I was thinking.
I have not been around for a few days. This may be a fairly length blog post, so if you want to know what has happened and what will be happening to me, please read ahead to find out.
First of all, the good things. Tina and I recently returned from our babymoon in San Diego. It was a great last trip before we have the baby. Baby Logsdon is still doing great (although our last ultrasound revealed he was going to be a very LONG baby – I’m not surprised; his mother and I are both six feet tall).
Other good things – my entire family is still with me, even though if things had been just a little different the other day, I couldn’t say that now.
I’ll explain that one, first.
My mother is a Type 2 Diabetic. She was diagnosed when I was in middle school. I’ve watched her struggle with it my entire life.
I got a call from my father at 7:30 a.m. yesterday morning, a Saturday. We were all going to meet up later that morning to go to my nephew Clint’s graduation. He was calling to say they would not be able to make it, and he further explained why.
My mother almost died in bed early Saturday morning. Her sugar crashed in the middle of the night, and she was unable to wake herself up to consume orange juice or something else with sugar. Dad only knew it was going on because he heard her trying to scream to get his attention.
He tried to get her to drink orange juice, but at that point, her sugar was far too low. He called 911, and the paramedics were able to get her stable. She didn’t have to go to the hospital, and now, she is fine.
Her sugar has certainly crashed before, but it has never crashed that drastically or caused her to have that dramatic a reaction.
This is the part that scares me. If my father had not been there, my mother would be dead right now.
Just a few weeks ago, my dad left the house at 2 a.m. for a week straight because a nonprofit agency he is the head of was doing security at the Kentucky Derby. If this had happened then, when my mother was alone, she would have had no one to call 911 for her, and she probably would have laid in bed and died, alone. The nonprofit agency is a Rescue Squad, and that means they frequently go out on calls in the middle of the night to search for people who have been reported missing. If he had been out on a call, she would have died.
I may be 34 years old, but I’m not ready to give up my mom yet. She’s only 67. She should still have many years of life left in her.
I called her Saturday afternoon, and we talked for a while. She knows she has to get her health under control. She did Weight Watchers with me in the past, and she was successful at it. But as circumstances change, she stopped going.
She wants to be around for the birth of my son. I want her around to watch my son graduate college.
She and I are going to start going to Weight Watchers again. There is a meeting in my city every Saturday morning at 10 a.m., so she is going to drive up and we’ll attend together. With the structure of the meetings and the weekly support and weigh-ins, I feel very confident that she’ll overcome this obstacle. I hope, sometime shortly down the road, I can write a blog post about how her type 2 diabetes is completely overcome.
Just as importantly, I know that the group support of Weight Watchers will be useful for me, too.
Something else has been going on, too. Let me explain this one by explaining my thoughts on dieting. (It’s relevant, I promise.)
I am a huge fan of moderation. That’s why I can’t ever subscribe to ONE diet plan, because I want to eat… well, everything. I can’t commit to being vegan forever because I like meat and cheese. I can’t commit to being paleo forever because I like cheese and bread. I can’t commit to Atkins forever because I like fruits, veggies, and bread.
But, that said, there is one food that I will never, ever, ever, as long as I live, consume again.
They are literally poison, and I am suffering from the effects right now.
Before I explain, let me give a little back history.
When I was in my mid-teens, I was diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. It primarily affected my upper body, mostly my hands, and it was painful, crippling, and embarrassing. I remember my fingers swelling up so large they wouldn’t bend. I went to a doctor, was put on some anti-inflammatory meds, and by the time I was 15, it was over and in remission.
In my late twenties, I began having pain and swelling in my right knee. I truthfully ascribed it to my obesity, and kept saying, “Well, when I get to goal weight next year, it won’t hurt anymore.”
I’m now 34, and I’m still not at goal weight. My knee still hurts. It typically painfully swells about two to three days out of every ten. The other days, I’m fine. My chiropractor even told me she suspected it wasn’t because of my weight, as if it was, both knees should have been affected. Regardless, she agreed losing weight would help it.
About three and a half weeks ago, I went through a two-day binge of Diet Dr. Pepper. I drank maybe twenty ounces of water over those two days. My food was fine and spot-on. My diet soda consumption was three two-liters over those two days. Not good. It was, in my mind, an acceptable, calorie-free binge.
On day three, I woke up with the most painful swollen knee I have ever experienced. I took four ibuprofen and the hottest shower I could stand to even be able to move around somewhat easily.
My wife has been trying to get me to give up artificial sweeteners for years. I made a very clear association – my sweetener binge led to a swollen knee. I was done.
I threw away my Crystal Light and poured my last 2-liter down the sink. If I want soda, I’ll have the regular kind and count the calories.
Well, an interesting thing happened.
My body lost it’s freaking mind.
My right knee, which is the only joint I’ve been having troubles in for YEARS, decided it wanted company. Left knee. Both ankles. Alternating elbows. At one point, my left elbow was so stiff, I couldn’t straighten my arm out more than about 120 degrees. Two days later, my left elbow was fine and my right elbow was so stiff, I couldn’t touch my right ear.
Oh, and the newest pain to join my old-guy-aches? Fiery hot nerve flare-ups on the back of my left hand.
I was beginning to believe I had developed rheumatoid arthritis, fibromyalgia, or lupus. Or all three. I couldn’t exercise. I could barely walk, and this was with me taking MULTIPLE ibuprofen a day. You know how the bottle says you shouldn’t take more than six a day? Some days, I took sixteen.
I scheduled an appointment with my doctor, fearing the results but knowing I had to do something. But then, on a lark, I visited Dr. Google, and I got the best news I had ever heard.
I wasn’t alone. I probably didn’t have RA or lupus.
I was experiencing the common after effects of going cold turkey on artificial sweeteners.
Except for headaches (which I never get), the symptoms were like a checklist of what was wrong with me. Other people had gone cold turkey and their bodies suddenly hated them. I kept my doctor’s appointment, but I felt a great relief.
But then I got some bad news. Most of these people said it took two to three months to get back to their normal, pain-free lives.
So at over two weeks out, I was still hobbling. I was still in extreme pain.
It sucked. My wife and I went to San Diego, and I was in extreme pain for the entire trip.
I did a little research on diets that would help with inflammation.
Time and time again, I kept coming back to various forms of paleo. Give up the grains and the inflammation will disappear.
Paleo, as many of you know, is giving up grains, dairy, and legumes (beans and peanuts).
Last Monday, I decided I would start a paleo-ish diet. I can’t say that I am paleo, because I’m not being too strict on dairy. I don’t really drink cow’s milk anyway, so I have cut that out, but if I want cheese once a week or so, I’ll have it, provided it is a hard cheese. Basically, my “paleo” is giving up grains, legumes, and most dairy. I know some paleo people would call me a heretic, so if people ask, I mostly say I’ve just given up grains.
Giving up legumes is not a big deal. I hate beans and literally eat them only for the health benefits. It’ll be no trouble cutting them out. I do like peanuts (a legume), but I’m going to give them up, too, just because saying sayonara to peanuts or peanut butter won’t be that difficult.
As I said, last Monday, I started giving up all grains, all legumes, and most dairy. By Wednesday, I was taking only two ibuprofen a day. My results were anecdotal only, but I felt SO much better. My daily weigh-ins showed that weight was coming off fairly steadily, too. My suspicion for this? Without eating starches, it is fairly difficult to eat high calorie. I was eating proteins and fats (along with LOTS of veggies and some fruits), and I had no trouble getting satisfied and keeping my caloric intake low. It was clear that I was walking better. I still had soreness, but I felt tons better.
You’d think it would be easy to just keep giving up grains, wouldn’t it? Well, I gave up grains for five days, and I fell off the wagon on Friday. I ate a slice of pizza and had two breadsticks.
By Saturday morning, I was a crippled old man again. It hurt to lay in bed. It hurt to sit on the couch. It hurt to hobble around the house.
Dare I say it? Grains are the devil.
This can’t be a coincidence. Tina asked me if I thought it might be psychosomatic.
If it is, sign me up for crazy pills because I’ll take relief in whatever healthy form I can get it.
I plan to keep eating grain-free. I know that I will eventually have bread again. I’m hoping that someday, I’ll be light enough with healthy joints so I can occasionally have a slice of bread or pizza without being crippled. But for now, at my weight, that is not an option, so if my options are pain-free days or eating bread, I’ll take the pain-free days.
I need to blog more often. It keeps me sane, and it provides an outlet. I know this blog isn’t widely read, but it’s useful for me. (And to those of you who comment or read without commenting, I thank you for being there for me, even if we’ve never actually spoken.)
I’ve come up with a schedule for blogging. I want to blog daily, at least until such point that it becomes a chore. I have a proposed schedule I’m going to try.
Monday – Motivational Monday
Tuesday – Healthy Recipe
Wednesday – Wednesday Weigh-In
Thursday – Geeked Out Weight Loss Review
Friday – Open Letters (a.k.a. Stellar Path Stalks Celebrities)
Saturday – Photog Friday (a photo recap of the previous day)
Sunday – Horror Movie Weight Loss Review
As other things occur that I want to blog about, I am, of course, at liberty to abandon this schedule as I see fit.
Starting this upcoming Saturday, my mother and I will begin attending Weight Watchers. I will continue eating grain-free, and I’m still trying to decide if I’m going to post my Weight Watchers weigh-ins (late on Wednesday, obviously) or if I’ll just continue weighing in at home.
I realize this was a long, slightly random post about a lot of different things, but I had a lot to get out at once. Thanks for reading.
Back to the Future ref? Get it.
Well, I’ll explain it in a minute. If you read my post yesterday, you know what this is about. I gained weight. Here’s the info. Let me explain what this means.
March 1, 2012
Change from Last Week: +2.5 pounds
Change from Highest: -31.5 pounds
I have had very slow weight loss pretty much all year. The weight has been moving off, but very slowly. It’s ridiculous. I had blood work done some time ago, and I know, without fail, that there is nothing wrong. I had some thyroid problems a while ago, but my T3s and T4s, along with some other markers, are fine.
So what’s the freaking deal? I can only assume it is me.
I tried to go a whole week without weighing in this week. I often weigh in every day, just so I know how my weight is going. Weight fluctuates a bit daily, and I know this, but from Monday of this week on, it began slowly creeping up.
I’ve been on Weight Watchers Points Plus. I have a daily target of 71 points, 49 weekly extra points, and all the fruit I can eat. Seriously. Free fruit. I love fruit. Awesome.
When Weight Watchers revamped their program, their entire point structure changed. Points are no longer tied to calories, but instead are based around carbohydrates, protein, fiber, and fat. However… as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve simply been eating too much.
71 points a day, along with 49 weekly points, and unlimited amounts of fruit, simply works out to too many calories. I have to eat less.
Big idea, right? Eating less to lose weight. Who would have ever thought of that?
When I got down to 250ish a few years ago, I did it by following Weight Watchers. The old Weight Watchers. Flex points, to be precise.
On this new (old) method, I will have 34 daily points (until I get below 350, and then my points drop to 33) and 35 weekly flex points.
Today was Day One back on Flex.
I’ll be honest – I have eaten significantly less today than yesterday. Even though my stomach is a bit grumbly at the moment (I’m about to eat two small Clementines for 1 point), I must also concede that it feels right. It feels familiar, even if I haven’t been on this specific plan for a few years.
I’ll weigh daily this week, just to keep tabs, but I’m very hopeful. I hope I have a decent loss this week. And it doesn’t have to be huge for me to be happy. I’ll do a happy dance over two pounds.
I feel even better after making my decision once I realized that I am not the only person unhappy with PointsPlus. I know FlexPoints, I did it religiously for a year and a half and lost over 150 pounds, and I can do it again. I will do it again.
Stay tuned. I hope to post a decent number next week.
If you have been reading Stellar Path for any length of time at all, you know that I am very fickle about the day I weigh in. For various reasons, things come up and I change my weigh-in day. Right now, I have VERY busy work weeks, and at the time, Fridays don’t fit in at all. I am at work, grading papers and preparing for the next week’s lessons, and at the end of the day, I am just not always mentally with it for writing a blog post.
So for now, I am going to switch to Wednesdays. It isn’t that they are any less stressful or busy, but I think I’ll be more inclined to post on Wednesday than Friday.
So, without further ado… this is an It’s About Time Weigh-In!
February 8, 2012
Change from Last Week: -2.2 pounds
Change from All-Time Highest: -32.0 pounds
I am about to break out of the 370s! Woo hoo!
What did I do different this week?
Not a dad-blamed thing.
Still eating well.
Still watching my points.
Still emphasizing fruits, veggies, and lean proteins.
This week, my body decides to reward me with a loss.
The ONLY thing I have done differently this week?
I’ve drank more water.
I’m not sure if I can accept that THAT is why I upped my loss this week, but if it is…
Well, rest assured, my Nalgene bottle will be emptied four times a day next week, too.
Fingers crossed, next Wednesday, I will hit the 360s!