Four ounces. Four lousy ounces. Such an insignificant amount, but that's what kept me from qualifying for Dr. Oz's Million Dollar YOU Challenge. Of course, I had no delusions of winning the thing, but I did want the personal satisfaction of at least qualifying. The worst part is I did qualify about one month ago, but it wasn't time to officially weigh in. Unfortunately, all it took was a trip to Disneyland to undue my hard work. And maybe a funnel cake and pizza. Or was it the jambalaya? I don't know.
When I began my current weight loss journey, I thought it would be a fairly easy trip. I’m a former Weight Watchers member who had lost 29 pounds the first time around and I was familiar with the Points Plan. I set a goal to lose 40 pounds in 5 months. Piece of cake(excuse the pun), right? Absolutely not. Little did I realize how much my body has changed in 5 years.
Every week has been a struggle at the scale, some more than others. Sure, at first, I saw consistent results because I knew I needed to stay within my daily points budget, limit the use of my 49 “extra” points allowance and get my body in motion. As I experienced some weight loss and even non-scale victories, i.e. fitting in my older, smaller jeans or needing to punch new holes in my belt, I think I got a bit cocky. Tracking every single day…do I really need to do that? Those BLT’s(bites, licks, tastes) don’t really need to be tracked, do they?
So, not surprisingly, my weight loss began to stall. It seemed like no matter how many Zumba classes I took, the scale and I couldn’t see eye to eye. Unfortunately, within the last month I’ve actually regained 3 of my lost pounds!
However, not to be deterred, I decided to purchase the P90x program. Although I realize I’m not physically capable of completely committing to such a regimented program, I know I can put forth my best effort. So even though I only made it half way to my goal with a 20 pound weight loss thus far, I’ve gained the knowledge and confidence necessary to continue on with my journey. Plus, I simply keep repeating my mantra to myself: “Slow and steady wins the race. You got this, Christina.”
