I call it down the rabbit hole. All of 2016 was a whirlwind of change. But first a bit of history.
I was told to stop losing weight in Spring of 2015, after it became clear I was becoming too thin, and the “number” picked as target weight was not appropriate. I was gaunt, bony, taken off my bp medication due to problems with low blood pressure that landed me in the hospital.
I did not manage maintenance well. It fell apart when my husband treated me to the most incredible birthday ever. In July of 2015, we spent 2 weeks of driving from one wonderful resort to charming town, around Vancouver Island BC, then spent 3 days in Las Vegas in an incredible suite at the Venetian hotel.
I planned to be on plan for the BC trip, and took appropriate snacks with me, but within a week was diving into poor eating habits. Not with complete abandon but enough that I gained 20 pounds! I can gain so very quickly. I knew it wasn’t “real” weight, and took off 17 pounds of it, in 2 weeks. Eating almost 1,800 calories per day, so no, I was not starving myself.
But Vegas did something to me. I not only put back on the weight I’d just lost, I began to lose my resolve. The 20 pounds stayed and I began to (at first) slowly gain. I was mid-170s by Christmas of 2015.
2016 saw lots of travel – a week plus to California, then 2 weeks in Colorado, a week in Ohio…and I was ill for the first 2 months of the year. Truly so ill, I could care less what I was eating.
During 2016, we remodeled our home, preparing to essentially flip it. It was a process that unexpectedly led us to living out of motels from April until late June, and that made eating on plan truly challenging. Stress levels were beyond high.
We moved just after the 4th of July – leaving a state we loved, friends and the church where I was confirmed at Easter Vigil 2016. I am an emotional eater and there were many emotions around this life changing move.
Once in Ohio, we were blessed to find our dream home within 3 weeks, though we continued having to live out of an extended stay hotel until we could close and move in, which was not until September.
I made several up to a month-long attempts to get back on plan, knowing that I was gaining and so very uncomfortable. I was shocked when I found out just how much I had gained since July 2015, when I had a trip to the ER after a fall, in late August of 2016.
I did semi-well for November but then tossed up my hands, took December off in a move that well and truly made me feel very ill, and really packed on the pounds.
The damage is that I have 124.4 pounds to lose to get to my new maintenance weight of 160. It was at 150 that I looked so horribly thin, and I won’t return to that weight. I was in the 260s in November, telling myself okay, 100 to lose. December was a stunning month for weight gain.
I’m on day 5 of returning to eating the way I feel best, and down 4.6 pounds. I have my first goal of simply getting back to my lowest weight since August 2016 of 261. My plan is to lose a steady 1.5 pounds a week, and to be at my goal weight of 160 in 2 years.
Then, having successfully lost a large amount of weight twice, I will work as hard as it takes, to be successful at maintenance this next time. I know that I can, despite being a slow learner, figure this out.
Few folks lose 216 pounds as I did initially (over a 4 year period), without medications, surgery or stringent workout programs. I know I can lose this 124+ pounds the same way, and it is my deepest desire to then maintain.
If you have read this far, thank you! I look forward to sharing this journey with you.