We’re already over a week into September, and I’m just now posting my first-of-the-month weigh-in results. There’s some shame involved, and some depression, too, so let’s just spit it out:
Up Seven Pounds. Ugh. I try to remind myself of the big picture – because it is an awesome big picture – but it’s hard. I try to emphasize my new way of thinking about weight loss maintenance, but that is also hard. And it’s because I’m very hard on myself. That’s where both the shame and depression come into play.
But first, I’m gonna remind myself of the big picture: A weight of 253 means I’ve lost and kept off 149 pounds. I’ve kept it off for over 4 years. That’s incredible. That’s rare. That shows a remarkable amount of discipline, focus, and perseverance. My entire weight loss chart tells that big picture nicely:
The depression began before the weigh-in. I wrote about it a couple weeks ago, so click here to get the details. I thought I had it licked after a few days, but the depression had other ideas. It’s lingered. Some days have been a whole lot better than others, and some days have been really tough.
My weigh-in directly reflects what happens during these periods: my desire to exercise evaporates completely, and my tendencies to eat all sorts of junk exponentially increases.
And the real kicker is that the weigh-in, last week, didn’t help at all. It didn’t perk my ears up and force me to right this capsizing ship. In fact, I’m probably heavier now than I was last week, but I’m not going to verify that by stepping on the scale. Instead, I’m going to focus on making good choices, staying active, and continuing to fight.
Tuesday was the best day I’ve had in a while. I felt productive and strong. I felt good about myself. I ate well. And I got in a killer workout, too. I went downtown to climb stairs for the first time in three weeks – my depression also takes a toll on my stair racing hobby – and climbed a 55-story tower three times. On the second climb, I sprinted the entire 55 stories: I sprinted up 5 stories, took a break, sprinted up 5 more, took another break, all the way up. It was terribly awesome. Horribly wonderful. My third climb was probably the slowest climb I’ve ever done, but I was worn out. And, according to my heart rate monitor, I burned more calories today than I ever have before during a stair training session:
Speaking of workouts, let’s take a look at my August Workout Progress Report. I mark every workout on my calendar with a dot, and then at the end of every month, I count up the dots and have fun with maths and such. You know, because I’m a nerd.
Here’s my August calendar:
There’s some dot-free gaps towards the end of the month, but all told, I worked out 24 days out of 31. That’s a 77% success rate – not too shabby at all, even if it is a little below my 85% monthly goal. Ten of those workouts were lifting weights, and three were classes at Slimmons.
The other data I compile are my cardio miles: I track the distance I complete doing all sorts of cardio: running, elliptical, biking, etc. At the beginning of August, I had logged 1,734.9 miles, and by the end of the month, I had logged…
…1,767.1 miles. That’s 32.2 new miles! Woo-hoo!
With the help of some friends, I figured out that climbing the 55-story training skyscraper eight times equals one vertical mile. I’ve already done that once… and tonight, I’m 3/8ths of the way to doing my second.
Keep it up, David.