The Heavy Stress of Losing Weight

I’m sorry I haven’t blogged about my weight loss for the past two months. I haven’t wanted to. I’ve been working really hard at dieting, exercising, and focusing on getting in a healthier sleeping pattern. I feel proud of the accomplishments that I’ve done over the past few weeks. I also feel angry.


I’m certain that after the creation of the Earth, Satan said, “And let there be weight plateaus!”

I’ve hit a plateau, violently hit it, I mean with gusto. I am .8 lbs. away from losing 50 lbs. Point. Eight. Pounds!! The past two months I’ve gotten a new account at work. (One I might add that has never been done by anyone in my title before. Yikes!) I’ve moved into a beautiful, with semi-shady neighbors, apartment complex. I’ve unpacked everything. I’ve decorated. I’ve cooked. I’ve cleaned. I’ve started walking and physical therapy with vigor. I’ve done charity work. I’ve started going to a singles ward, again. And through all of this I have gained and lost 3 lbs. over and over again.

I’ve been on this plateau for 2 months now. It’s frustrating as hades. I’m feeling impatient, defeated, and…hungry. But I know in the end things will work out. I will get past my 50 plateau! (And then I’ll burn it down to the ground so I can never be here again.)

A friend of mine posted a quote that I absolutely needed; Earl Nightingale states, “Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish. The time will pass anyway.” Right you are, Earl. Time will pass whether or not I am losing weight or gaining or maintaining. Next month I choose to lose.

The same friend was talking to me about the effects soda has on our body. I made a goal to go April without any. I made it to the 18th. Since then I’ve had 3. It happens. Life happens. I feel that now is not the time, I need the help of the delicious bubble calorie free treat. My friend asked me if I thought I had an emotional connection to soda. I laughed and said, “Of course I do. I have an emotional connection to everything that goes in my mouth.” Until I figure out some of the other bad habits in my weight-loss-life, I need the support of a fizzy beverage. Yes, I understand the harm it does. Yes, I know it helps you gain weight. I honestly don’t care right now. Maybe I’ll make it a bigger focus in the future. I guess we’ll see.

When I bought my scale I named it Carol after the tennis player character on Bridesmaids. The only line uttered to her is, “Get your shiz together Carol!” It’s fitting. Carol needs to get her shiz together and so do I. Carol and I have decided that I need to invest in a treadmill, even though my one bedroom apartment is objecting.

I’ll keep you all updated on my fun, and sometimes overwhelming, weight loss adventures. I’m grateful to have kept the weight I lost off. I’m even more grateful to have a refreshed motivation to get moving.

PS. Hash tags drive me ape nuts but my friend Jeff and I verbally say them out of humor and mockery. Example: “hash tag ____ _____ ____” Just to laugh off some annoyance in the past few months I have uttered the following:

#getmeapizza
#doublechin
#fat
#iwantfrieswiththat
#fitnesspalneedstogetagrip
#yourenotreadyforthisjelly
#babyelephant
#getyourshiztogethercarol
#imsothin
#heavyinyourarms
#fatamysbff
#fiberonedidmewrong
#helpme