On my days off, I like to go back to my lockdown habit of getting up and immediately putting on running gear to make myself workout first thing instead of waiting until the evening.
I also figured out what’s the deal with skipping weight workouts. Something in my head equates a “proper” workout with tons of movement and sweating – high cardio – and not laying on the ground with weights doing crunches. I have the cardio = weight loss idea in my head and think that it’s the only way to get to my goal when it’s not. Building muscle is important, too.
I started Saxenda on April 29th and since then, I have gone from 230 pounds to 225 pounds. This is about a pound or so a week. I am cautiously optimistic about this but I am withholding celebrations until I’m out of the 200 club. When I’m under 200 pounds and stay there, I’ll feel like I really accomplished something.
I don’t have any other metric because I didn’t think to take my measurements until 2 weeks into the meds. Didn’t take a picture, either. For the same reason I’m not celebrating the 5 pound loss:
I’ve been at this weight loss thing since… Shit, I’ve been trying to lose weight since high school when a couple little shits decided it would be cute to oink at me when I walked by. My lowest weight was 179 and then I got pregnant. I’ve been trying to get back to 179 since then and haven’t been able to. I’ve avoided a lot of talking about it since I didn’t want to end up another Amberlynn Reid. My blog is monetized after all and weight loss is a hot keyword. It’s fair for someone to assume I’m in this to make money off my story.
If you saw how little I make from ads you’d realize that’s not the case but, I can see the thought process.
To sum up, I am hopeful but diligent.
And no, oinking at me and ridiculing me did not motivate me to lose weight. It made me feel bad my progress was slow and I’d give up. Don’t do that to people, guys. It’s not helpful.