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Six weeks later, I'm still going

My last blog weigh-in was Sept. 16. I was ecstatic for 230.6 after the Williams County Fair.

The next six weeks would prove to be some of the craziest of my journey so far. The weigh-ins were like a trampoline: Up, down, up, down, down, up, up, down.

It was frustrating. It was upsetting. It was the perfect time to give up. I didn't blog because I didn't feel like I could inspire myself, let alone anyone else.

But here I stand six weeks later, and I'm still pushing through. I weighed in this morning at 227.8 - 2.8 pounds down after six weeks. It's nothing to brag about, but at the same time, I'm DOWN. It was six weeks of pure struggle for those pounds, and I'm damn proud of them.

I've realized that now is an adjustment period, for several reasons:

• I am having a hard time finding a workout routine that both motivates me and is conducive to cold weather. I had a goal of running in the YMCA Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning, but my training was cut off too many times. At this point, walking in the 5K is the best I can do. And it's very hard to even walk these days as I don't want to take Kenlee out in the cold as often. (Though I promise she gets bundled up very well when I do.)

• Obvisouly, the change in season and approaching holidays also have impacted my decisions. A healthy salad isn't very tempting after a cold and windy afternoon, and I've already started stressing about the million things I need to get done by Christmas. Being an emotional eater, a huge bag of tortilla chips is usually what I turn to.

• In recent days/weeks, Kenlee has cut back on breastfeeding. We are down to just one session per day, in the mornings. I KNOW this has screwed with my metabolism. On Weight Watchers, mothers exclusively nursing their babies get 14 extra points a day. Once a child starts eating solids, mom gets seven extra points. When you're done, you drop to zero - and there's unfortunately not an almost-done-but-not-quite set of points. So now I'm trying to drop my daily points gradually, but it's taking my body and mind a while to adjust.

So those are the excuses. But they don't matter. All that matters is I'm still in this.

A lifestyle change lasts a lifetime, so six weeks are just a tiny bump in the road, right?


  1. Great job Tami. I continue to be very proud of you. If I find $480, I'm buying that desk and moving my tredmill into the office and you will be more than welcome to use it.


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