I have hit the dreaded PLATEAU! Let’s take a look at 2011:
And now let’s take a look at 2012:
From the beginning of March to the end of December, I lost 50.6 lbs. It was… MONUMENTAL. I am incredibly proud, and pretty astonished by it, to be honest. I’ve been running, staying generally active, and treating myself so much better.
However, right now I am at a stagnant point. As you can see from the photo, basically around February until right now, that progress line is pretty much a straight line. What is otherwise known as a plateau. I know it’s not a new phenomenon, it happens to a lot of people, and it is to be expected. I also know that since January, I have run 2 1/2 Marathons and tracked endless more training miles. I have kept myself going physically. It’s the food (and drink) that has started to slip.
This slip is justifiable by saying, “well, I’m eating much better than I used to.” But that’s not really going to cut it. I am 4.6lbs from my goal, and when I reach that goal I will have lost 61.4lbs. I need to find the perfect balance between strict rigidity, and knowing the correct moments to indulge, or celebrate. This week I have already felt much better about the choices I’ve made, and the planning I’ve done for the long weekend to come. When I need motivation, this has been helpful:
Powerful, right? It is for me. I distinctly remember that photo on the left. I was at a wedding. It was over 90 degrees. When I went to get ready in my stifling apartment, I put on the dress I wanted to wear, and it wouldn’t zip. What I have on, that was the only remotely dressy thing I could find that fit me. By the summer of 2010, I was ready to go up another size in clothes. Now, it is not really in my nature to say “I can’t believe I let myself get that bad” or “Ugh, I am not even that same person anymore!” because it’s not entirely true. I was happy-ish, but I was NOT healthy. I had just finished grad school, and was getting ready to move into what is still be best apartment I’ve ever lived in. I had just started my “grown up” job. And by the following March, I had just run out of excuses, and patience. So I joined, and… here we are!
I don’t want this summer to be about those last 4lbs. I want this summer to be about early morning runs, fresh food from the farmers markets, walks on the lakefront, yoga in the park, and enjoying my 33rd birthday with my friends and family! Of course, I am ready now to stay focused on myself and committed to my exercise schedule, but I want to keep this up for 33 more years. I want this to be live-able. Forever!
What did you do when you hit a plateau?