I’m all about owning up to responsibility and all, but I’m going to take a moment and blame Texas for all the delicious food I’m surrounded by. I kid. Sort of. (But really, why am I surrounded by so many alluring temptations?!)
In all seriousness though, I’ll be honest. My weight loss journey has been pretty much non-existent. To the point where if I stepped on the scale, I’d be disappointed at the fact that I most likely put on some weight since my former post.
Not only am I a social eater, but I’m an emotional, late-night eater too. Once my toddler goes down, I get into the habit of snacking (or straight up eating another meal) shortly before sleeping, which clearly makes weight-loss impossible to achieve. This morning, after waking up feeling sick, and knowing that I needed to approach this differently, I decided to create a set game plan.
In my former post, I mentioned my previous problems with “extreme diets” that eventually backfired on me. Because of that, I decided to go in with the mentality that I’d approach my weight loss in a balanced way- cutting back on calories here and there, and eating certain foods in moderation. But in all honesty, that didn’t work for me.
I realized that I need to set up a clear structure to go by, or I simply won’t follow it. I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve been (seriously) lacking in energy and justifying my sleep-deprivation as a parent by putting tons of junk inside my body. It’s a vicious cycle. More junk, less energy. More feeling sick, more regrets. Less motivation. More insecurity. Less productivity.
So here I am again. And this time, I’m setting clear-cut goals. I’m also creating meal plans on a daily basis, so I can keep track of what I’m consuming. I’m setting numbers because I need to have a reasonable goal laid in front of me, whereas before, with the lack of structure, I gave myself too much leeway.
So here’s my goal.
Within the next 2 to 3 years, I’m aiming to lose at least 45 pounds. However, I’m ultimately aiming to lose 65 pounds to return to my previous weight that I felt the most healthiest at.
So just to break down my goals for myself since I’m a visual person:
65 pounds to lose within a 2-3 year time span.
In 2 years: 32.5 lbs per year
Monthly: 2.7 lbs per month
In 3 years: 21.6 lbs per year
Monthly: 1.8 lbs per month
I feel like that’s a reasonable goal to set without putting too much pressure on myself, while giving me enough time for trial and error- to see what works best for my body. I know realistically with my toddler, I won’t be able to workout everyday, but I’m aiming for at least 30 minutes of cardio 3x a week.
In regards to food, I’ve made a commitment to start eating more nutritiously. I’ve been primarily consuming a ton of starches and dairy, so I’m going to cut back on those and incorporate a lot more vegetables with protein. I love frittatas, taco salads, and Acai bowls, so I’m going to consume a lot of those and work on creating healthy variations of each.
There were so many times these past few months where I wanted to just throw the towel and give up, thinking to myself that I’d just accept this heavier frame of mine. But I just don’t feel good. As I mentioned in my prior post, I feel sick. My body aches. It’s that much more of a hassle to do basic things that I used to be able to do with ease, because I can literally feel the weight with every step I take. This is something I need to do. For myself, for my family, and to better serve those around me.
So here I go again. Take two. Please keep me in your prayers, y’all!