The bad news is, my thyroid tests were normal. Which means my recent, rapid weight gain is not the fault of an underachieving thyroid gland. And that’s bad because, as happy as I am about my thyroid (that’s a phrase I never thought would come out of my mouth), it means I’m still befuddled about the cause of the weight gain.
My vitamin D levels were low, however. Which doesn’t surprise me, since our bodies make their own vitamin D through daily sun exposure, and Kentucky had exactly two sunny days since October, and one of them was yesterday. I’m now on a prescription does of D, and hoping that means something good for me.
So now that we’ve ruled out hypothyroidism as a cause for a 12-pound weight gain, I’m tossing around a few more theories I’ll need to discuss with my doctor. What do you think of these:
1 Having my book proposal critiqued and rejected repeatedly has formed a 12-pound layer of thick skin.
2.Hair growth/lack of leg-shaving.
3.I’m pregnant with a toddler…in my butt.
4.Satan. Christians blame everything bad on Satan. Why not this?
5.My metabolism is on strike, wanting higher pay and better working conditions.
In all seriousness, whenever you want to take steps to lose weight or improve your health, it’s good to assess where you currently are. So I did just that. Last week, I weighed and measured myself (chest, waist, hips, butt, thighs) to get a good baseline. I also went to the gym and had my body fat percentage taken–which was, by the way, 2% HIGHER than it was a few months ago when I first started training with a personal trainer and doing P90X–completely obliterating the theory that I’ve gained muscle, not fat. It’s definitely fat..or hair…or a toddler.
Then I took a long, hard look at my habits and my goals. Here are my conclusions:
1.My health is more important to me than my jean size. I want to lose this weight, not because I want to look good, but because it’s bad for my body to gain this much weight. Looking good is a nice byproduct. But I won’t allow that to be my focus, and thus, will not go to extreme measures to drop the weight.
2.I have a life outside of the gym. Sure, I could increase all my workouts and go to the gym every day. But I actually like to do other things, like spend time with my family, write, read, cook, and do laundry. Kidding about the laundry. I refuse to allow my life to get off balance because of this. (I’ll be talking all about balance starting Monday with my new series, Balancing God and Life.)
3. My diet is already very healthy and well-balanced. I don’t eat fast food. I don’t drink soda. I don’t eat fried foods, trans fat, red meat, or highly processed and packaged snacks and sweets. I like fruits and veggies. I like whole grains. I like them so much, I eat them early and often. Too much, I think. I am not one of those skinny girls who forgets to eat. I love food. I love to cook. I love to eat what I cook. I love to eat what I cook whether I’m hungry or not, simply because it tastes good. That worked for me all of my life because I balanced that with exercise. Apparently, those days are over.
So this past week, I’ve directed my efforts toward eating smaller portions and cutting out excess calories.
Most people go into mild shock when they see what a sensible portion actually looks like. Especially with food like pasta, rice and cheese. If you aren’t sure how to measure portions, there are lots of methods you can use. Here are some of the most popular:
1.You can assign your food a point system, ala Weight Watchers
2.You can measure and weigh your food based on recommendations like these
I, personally, like Body for Life because it’s free and I don’t have to remember any numbers. I don’t have room in my brain for extra numbers. So this past week, I ate four or five times a day, all healthy foods, no treats.
I don’t like expending this much mental energy on my diet. It makes me weary. It makes me crabby. It makes me ineffective at laundry-folding. But I need to do what I need to do to see results, right?
So, after one whole week of doing all of that, guess how much weight I lost! Go ahead…take a stab at it. Three pounds? Two pounds? One pound?????
* Blink. blink. blink. *
Isn’t this motivating??? I totally don’t blame you if you break up with me after this.