Mar 25, 2010
My body is doing what it usually does when it realizes that it is losing its fat stores: it puts an end to it. This is usually the point when I start to question my diet, my activity level, my sleep patterns, EVERYTHING. It seems that (for the last 4 years, anyway) FOURTEEN POUNDS is the magic number where my weight will no longer drop, no matter what the method, which is both frustrating and intriguing. It seems that my years of yo-yo dieting have trained my system to put the brakes on fat loss beyond a certain point, irrespective of the circumstances. I should give myself up as a guinea pig for the scientists who study metabolism just to watch them scratch their heads when this roadblock comes up like clockwork.
I have to remind myself, however, that I am not "dieting" per se this time 'round, so impatience doesn't really accomplish anything. I'm trying to learn to eat, which, in the process of doing that, I got encouraged by the pounds dropping off and once again began to obsess about results rather than lessons learned. My daily calorie / nutrition intake being what it probably is, weight loss MUST resume at some point, even if it isn't as soon as I had come to expect. Need to stop watching TV...