
And so I fell off the wagon. Spectacularly, I might add! Yes, I, who had been so diligent with the new diet and exercise routine, finally cracked last Monday. It was half-term week and my son was home from school the whole week. As a treat I was making the kids homemade burgers and curly fries – something that will def get the hounds of hell after me! Here I was, placidly standing while mixing up the defrosted spinach into the grated cooked potato, making them into patties and frying and then suddenly, I snapped.
You see, my weight loss had plateaued.
In the beginning, I had a super run – lost 1 kilo in 3 days, which moved on to 2.5 kilos in 10 days. I was eating loads (of the good stuff), exercising well and was feeling fabulous. No mood swings thanks to lack of spike in blood sugar levels caused due to sugar dump from bad carbs and I was happier than Larry. Till it stalled.
At first, I ignored it and just plodded on. Then watched what I ate, ditched the post workout sweet potato. Dropped Intermittent fasting. Still no dice. Then the coach changed my exercise routine. Consciously drank more water. Nothing happened.
So when I made the veg burgers for my children and was about to start making my super healthy lunch, I had a WTF moment. Within minutes, I was feeling sorry for myself, for the plateau and angry as hell with something, don’t know what, for stalling my weight loss, despite me being so good. Pretty soon, I was in a full-on woe is me mode and decided enough was enough and ate a cutlet for lunch instead. Before the last morsel was down my gullet, I had another one. Then ate some of the kids’ fries from their plates. Finally got myself a plate and served me a large serving of the curly fries, dipped them in ketchup and called it lunch.
By tea-time, I was feeling mighty ashamed of the potato fest I had called lunch and decided to get started on my workout early. But that day, I found it hard going. Where I used to do 40 jumping jacks without pause, I was stopping after #20. As the workout continued, I was breathing harder, feeling light-headed and generally out of sorts. After I finished and sat down with my protein shake, I started feeling queasy. Within minutes, the light-headedness had become proper dizziness and it was all I could do to flop back against my chair.
I remained so, feeling drained and piss-poor for the better part of an hour. Hubby came home from work and seeing my pathetic state, started dinner, while I was going through my post-carb-blowout withdrawal like a junkie coming down from a high.
And that was last Monday. After two more days of feeling sorry for myself, I decided I shall go on a diet break now. For 10 days, starting last Wednesday and till Sunday Mar 6, I am not going to stick to my usual routine. My initial thought was to live it up – but after feeling like warmed up crap after eating two back to back carb-laden meals, I changed my mind double-quick! I am now eating healthily 2 out of 3 meals a day and instead of my usual workout, I am doing the 3-miler with Leslie Sansone. I am also using this time to re-evaluate my fitness goals, read up on nutrition (I am especially interested in Ayurvedic cooking) and see how it goes.
This weekend is our anniversary and P’s birthday so am going to whoop it up before getting back on the wagon on March 7. I have been promised by Coach (newly certified Kettlebell instructor – WOOT!) that he’ll be breathing down my neck big time. Think Richard Callender and Angie Dowds combined! That’s how badass he is!
PS: I do understand that weight-loss plateaus are normal – but the reason I took it so hard was that I expected to reach a magic size by March 4. Instead of just thinking “I need to get fitter and eat healthier”, I did the usual blunder of “I should be able to get into a skinny jean in 2 months time”. And when that didn’t go according to plan, I fell apart. There’s a lesson for you!
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