After reaching my all-time highest weight last Sunday, I am trying to do everything I can to never top that weight and move as far in the other direction as I can go. I started cutting back this week, but will admit/confess I didn’t do as much as I had hoped. A few of my poor choices included take-out spaghetti, pizza and chicken teriyaki, along with a couple of bags of peanut m&m’s. Even with these unhealthier foods being consumed, I was able to lose six pounds this week.
Previous weight: 391 lbs
Current weight: 385 lbs
Even though I did eat less in general this week, I think most of the weight loss is due to losing the weight I had gained during the previous two weeks. Doesn’t really matter, I am just happy the scale is moving in the right direction now. I don’t have a good track record with consistent weight loss. I will lose, gain, lose, etc. However, I plan on eating better this week and making it two losses in a row.
My husband and I had a discussion this morning about our weight and how we’ve been eating. We agreed that the first thing we need to work on is not eating food prepared outside the home. We talked about the reasons we tend to eat out and solutions for trying to cut back. It will take work on both our parts, but I am hoping we succeed this time.
Something happened yesterday that I have been dreading. It wasn’t horrible, just uncomfortable. My husband and I were babysitting my four year old nephew. I was wearing a short sleeved shirt. I usually, only wear a ¾ sleeve or longer shirts. The shirt sleeve I was wearing came to right above my elbows when my arms were down. I was sitting on a couch while my nephew was standing a few feet in front of me talking way too fast. I folded my arms over my chest. My nephew then asked “why are your arms hanging down like that?” It wasn’t exactly the “why are you so big” question that I have been dreading, but very close. I’m obese and my arms are huge, bigger than Hulk Hogan’s, only mine are not full of muscles. I asked him what he meant, but I knew. He came over and touched my fat triceps that hang down, and said “these, why are your arms so big?” I wasn’t sure how to answer and desperately wished my sister had been home. She would have known what to say. I don’t think you should lie to children, but I didn’t want to explain that I was fat and then have him running around telling other people they were fat like his Aunt. I figured I would deal with it another time, so I told him I had big muscles and changed the subject. Yes, I lied. Later he told me that his dad also had big muscles. Great. I will talk with my sister tonight and see how she feels about it. I feel so bad that he has an aunt that has so much fat on her body and is unable to play with him the way he or she would like. He is one of the many reasons why I desperately want to lose weight.
Hope you had a nice weekend and Father’s Day. Here’s to a great week!