I’m not sure how to segue into this so I’ll just get right to it. Mama’s gained some weight. Not an alarming amount. I am not in dangerous weight gain territory or anything, but the pounds have been gradually increasing all up in here over the past, oh, year or so I’d say. Looking through my Facebook pictures from the last year to now basically looks like a slideshow on how to gain weight.
This is not the first time I’ve mentioned this. And I don’t know exactly how much weight I’ve gained, as I do not own a scale and have not weighed myself in at least a year.
If I were to guess I’d say maybe 10-15lbs, but I am aware that my body hides it fairly well. I’m tall and big boned anyway, so that helps. I feel like it would be a lot more noticeable if I was short and slight. But my clothes are definitely snug. I do not feel svelte in them. And I can notice a difference.
It seems to be mostly in my mid-area, because as a girl I used to work with pointed out, I have an apple body shape. Thank you for that. Why do we have to compare our body types to fruit? Is being compared to an apple flattering in any way? No it is not.
I was also mentioning to her that I wanted to hit the gym before Jamaica and she said “Well, your legs look great, you just have love handles.”
Thank you for that also.
Anyway, this weight gain situation isn’t exactly a surprise, because we all know what happens when you eat a lot and don’t work out. Weight gain city. And as you have all probably been able to tell by the pictures of food I post, I eat a lot.
Also, my workouts lately have consisted of running 5k about once a week and trying to walk whenever I get a chance. I haven’t been to the gym in at least a month, and have only gone a handful of times since January. I have basically just been donating money to GoodLife.
I have definitely always eaten a lot, but I used to have about an 80/20 ratio of healthy to not so healthy, and that has just been a steady decline lately over to the not so healthy side of things. I have also always been big into the whole “everything in moderation” thing, and I’ve never restricted what I ate. I would just try to make healthy choices on the regular, and then indulge at certain functions, like any sort of party.
Party/finger foods are pretty much my favourite food group so that’s not going to change.
But something has to. I have lost my healthy motivation. I used to work out five times a week. I would wake up at 6am and squeeze in a run. What happened to those days?! I felt so much better then!
I know everyone says that weight loss/maintenance is something like 80% food, 20% exercise, but I have found that’s not really the case for me. If I am working out regularly, I can eat a lot more and I don’t have to be as careful.
Or I used to be able to anyway. Now that I’m 30, who knows. Maybe my metabolism is crap now.
But I love food, I want to continue to love it, and I want to continue to eat all the things.
And it’s not like I come home and gorge myself on chips and cookies. Evan usually heads straight to my snack cupboard when he comes over, and he always says to me “You are so good at not eating your snacks!” as he shoves Golden Oreos in his face. I am good at only having one cookie, or a small handful of chips. But it is the regular every day healthy choices that used to be second nature to me that I am starting to fail at. Eating in instead of out. Eating vegetables or salad with my main dish. Not eating as many fried foods and friggin’ French fries.
That will kill your diet right there.
My friend Dawn has recently started blogging again (you may remember she started a blog in the summer for a short period of time), and she mentions she has decided to take it up again because she wants to get healthy again and needs someone to be accountable to. And she mentions in her blog that I told her that I never looked or felt better than when I was blogging about what I ate. She is not wrong. I did say that, and that is true. When I blogged mainly about my food and workouts, I was at my healthiest, absolutely.
But I wasn’t even doing anything crazy then. I was just making better choices. I was still eating cookies, and cake, and pasta, and bread, and all the things. I didn’t feel like I was limiting myself or depriving myself. I didn’t cut anything out of my diet.
I was just making better choices, and I was active.
So I don’t want to turn this back into being a quasi healthy living blog (although writing about your food and workouts is easy blog content, I gotta say). I don’t want to do the whole “Here is what I did today. Here is what I ate. Here’s another bowl of oatmeal. And this is a salad.”
But I do want to feel/look better. I want to get back to where I was a year and a half ago. I’m just not willing to go on some crazy diet or seriously restrict my food to do it. I will never have a six pack or be incredibly fit. My body does not like that, and aspiring to that would really change the quality of my life.
But I can be healthier by making better choices and moving more. So that is the plan, Stan. Maybe less alcohol also.
Probably not though.
Anyway, that’s all. I guess the point of this is just to say I’ve gained weight, I’ve noticed this, and I’m going to stop it, but I’m not going to be all nutty about it. And I hate that this is something that we always have to be conscious of!
Oh and check out Dawn’s blog. She makes me laugh hard.