No one who’s trying to lose weight and get healthy wants to hear this word:
I hate that word. Just hearing it makes me think of disappointment and failure. Every time I’ve ever hit a plateau in my weight loss efforts, I’ve given up. I’d used everything I had just to get as far as the plateau and then…nutt’in. I fizzled. Within a week, I was buying pizza rolls and Twinkies because I “just needed a break”. Mmhmm. ”I just need a little break” was code for quitting.
Well, I’ve hit a plateau. My weight loss has been grinding away slowly as of late, a fact that is sometimes worrisome. I don’t want to think about the almighty plateau but it’s out there…stalking me. It’s only a matter of time before it catches up to me. And it has.
The scale has been stuck at 339 for a week. I’ve made little efforts here and there to change up my menu and get myself unstuck. No dice. I’ve increased my workouts. No dice. Last night, I had two slices of pizza with a friend. No. Dice. The scale didn’t even budge UP. This is some plateau!
I was thinking to myself this morning about this plateau and how significant this will be for me…another test to gauge whether I am truly embracing change in my life. I went on my first diet when I was 13 years old – so I’ve been dieting a long, long time. Every time I’ve hit the almighty plateau, I’ve failed. The lack of forward motion has done me in. I get impatient, I get frustrated, I get lost…and it’s over.
As I was recalling my million failures from before, my first thought was…I’m different now. I don’t have that urge to throw in the towel and walk away. I’m not angry at myself or the process. I’m not sure where it’s coming from right now, but there’s a quiet calm about me that is taking charge of all those old urges and saying “Don’t…move…” I’m moving about in a very slow, deliberate way so that I don’t take a misstep. For the first time ever, I feel like I’m not going to let myself fail. I have real faith that I’m going to stick it out far longer than this plateau.
I also thought about all of you this morning. All of you who read my blog and have plateaus of your own to deal with. My arrival on this plateau has left me with the most unexpected feeling: pride. I am fill with pride because I know this isn’t going to shake me. I’m going to get past the plateau for the first time ever. And so I give you my plan of attack:
Change up my menu choices with more greens and more fruit. Start logging food again to make sure I’m eating enough calories. (Believe it or not, sometimes this fat girl forgets to eat!)
Increase my exercise to 5 days this week. Treadmill for 30 mins in the morning. Resistance training with 10 lb. weights every night.
64 oz of water every day before 4 pm.
This is my plan of attack. I’m going to give it 2 weeks and see what happens. If I’m still stuck, I’ll keep changing things up until I get it right.
I’m sure y’all know how frustrating plateaus can be. I hate them. And I felt I needed to give myself a little edge here. An extra line of defense against frustration. So I created a creed for those of us who have reached the almighty plateau and I want to share it with you tonight. So here it is…when you feel your resolve slipping, repeat this:
Don’t give up. I have no intention of doing anything but standing here, digging in my heels, and repeating that creed as long as it takes.
I will be a pillar of bad-ass calm. I got this.
Big hugs to all my Hot Mess brothers and sisters out there who are on the plateau.