I’m sure I’ve mentioned turning 30 more than a few times in the past weeks. I keep telling myself (and anyone who asks) that 30 is no big deal for me—I feel good about where I am in life, and where I’ve come from to get to this (mostly) comfortable place in my spirit. But one thing keeps sticking to me regarding this looming 2-digit number—and it’s weight. It almost feels like overnight it became hard to maintain a weight that I’m okay with. Before I get into it, I want to start with a disclaimer of sorts—or at least a gentle plea…if you are over 30 I really don’t want to hear some condescending (though well-meant) remark about how “You’re still a baby, wait til you turn 40” or “Oh, you think 30’s tough, wait til you have a baby” or “30’s nothing” or anything similar. I get this All. The. Time. And it doesn’t make feel better. In my opinion, turning 30 is a sort of milestone for me as a woman—and I don’t like hearing from older people about how insignificant it is compared to some other milestone birthday. Know what I mean?
Anyway, onto the weight loss bit…not for the first time, I’ve joined Weight Watchers online on 7/27. I did it online because I knew I wasn’t going to sit through those meetings with the same type of women who says all of the above dreaded comments. You might recall that I had done a body cleanse a few months back—this was a very dramatic program not specifically designed for weight loss, but in any case it really threw me for a loop. I think of Weight Watchers as a nice, managable tool to train you about portion control and healthy habits. (In general I have a pretty good understanding about healthy eating—I do my best to stay away from processed or prepared foods and never, ever, EVER eat canned veggies!) The first week, as expected was a dramatic 6 lb. loss—it always is in the very beginning. You’re pumped up, you’re committed and you’re shedding a ton of water. But now I’m into week what, 5? And I’m at a bit of a standstill. I’m still as committed as ever, but it’s just not happening. I’m working out more than I ever have in my life and I feel pretty good. Lots of people insist that standing on the scale is not a good idea. Admittedly, I’m obsessed with the scale. Everytime I pee I hop on hoping for that tiny little .2 lb. drop.
My frustration is that even though I’m closely following the program, counting my points, tracking every single crumb that I eat the results just aren’t what I’m hoping for. I set a goal loss of about 14 lbs. and in this time since 7/27 I’ve lost a total of 4.4 lbs. I can notice a difference in parts of my body—my tummy feels flatter and my butt feels firmer. Than why is it that stupid scale the only thing that counts in my mind?
Have you tried Weight Watchers or any other plan? Have you noticed a major body change after hitting a certain age? What do you do to kill the obsession with that number on the scale?