I set out for my first run on pavement in quite a while. Well, it’s been since August of last year, actually, when I hurt my Achilles’ tendon. Since then, I took a five month break from all running to allow the injury to heal, and then started running on a treadmill in our gym at home. Yesterday, the weather was perfect, and I wanted to go out for a real run, so I set out to run 3 miles regardless of time.
The run started out good; decent pace and not a lot of pain. My ankles still get sore when I run, but I think that’s age more than anything else. The first mile was easy enough, but the second mile was not. It wasn’t hard, but I did have to push myself. The third mile started out okay, but the last half was amazing. My legs felt great, my breathing was easy, and my pace dropped to 8:30/Mile. I almost wanted to keep running once I hit my goal of 3 miles, but I knew that I’d be pushing it and that I’d be courting an injury, so I forced myself to stop. I walked an additional half mile to cool down, and I honestly felt great afterward.
I’ll be doing my weightlifting today after work. This will be my first foray into weights since I hurt my shoulder back in November. Hopefully it goes well.
Weight wise, I’m back in the 180’s. That’s my pre-Las Vegas weight. It took two weeks to recover fully from that, but I’m there now and making more progress.
Do the work, put in the time, and success will come. It doesn’t matter if it’s weightlifting, running, or anything else. Perseverance is key. You have to set a goal for yourself and stick to it. Nothing more; nothing less.
Just as I thought; I finally got a good night’s rest last night, and I dropped weight again. It always seems to go hand-in-hand for me. It’s the one secret ingredient that seems to make the most difference, yet is the one thing that is so often overlooked.
I can’t stress enough just how important sleep is for losing weight. In my own experience, I can do EVERYTHING right and not lose weight if I don’t get enough sleep. I tested this (unknowingly) for a few weeks straight when I did everything right (healthy food, normal portion sizes, regular exercise) and lost nothing. NOTHING. It was infuriating and was demotivating, but I persevered and analyzed everything when I found that the one thing I ignored was the amount of sleep I was getting. When I made the effort to get 7.5+ hours of sleep a night: BOOM! Immediate weight loss. I kept ensuring I slept well each night, and the weight loss continued.
Long story short: get more sleep. If you are in a plateau, there’s a good chance you’re not getting enough sleep. If you are, and you’re still in a plateau, then look at EVERY aspect of your program and find where you’re lacking. The body can be complicated to figure out, and it adjusts to changes well, so more tweaking may be necessary to facilitate more weight loss. But there’s always a successful formula to lost weight and get healthy. You just need to do the work to find yours.
My weight is back up after the Las Vegas trip. I knew it would happen, and I was ready to accept the consequences. So, here we are.
I’m eating right, exercising, and the one thing I haven’t been able to do is get a good night’s sleep. It’s not from lack of trying; I’ve gone to bed at 9 pm every night this week except Sunday night (because our flight didn’t arrive until 11:30 pm). I just can’t fall asleep. I don’t know if it’s the pain in my jaw from the bone graft/implant, or something else, but I’ve been unable to fall asleep and then, I wake up super-early.
Sleep is one of the most important factors in weight loss. Without good sleep, weight loss is almost impossible to achieve for me. I took a nap yesterday afternoon because I was exhausted; maybe that’s why I couldn’t fall asleep last night. Hmmm.
Whatever; the real thing I need to hold onto is perseverance. I need to continue to do all the right things. Even though my arms and legs are sore today, I will do my push-ups and my run. Even though it’d be more comfortable to go home and sit down, I’m not going to do that. The only way to get stronger to face obstacles in the future is to face them and defeat them today.
I cannot and will not accept defeat. Heck, I won’t even accept the status quo as it pertains to my weight, health, and fitness. I want to improve, and I want to make progress. I’m going to keep working until I see the results I want, and until I can reach the goals I’ve set for myself.
You own your experience. You’re the driver of your journey. It’s up to you and no one else. I can’t do this for you. Nobody can do this for you. Your success rests upon your shoulders. Make today count, and never surrender!
This past weekend, my wife Sherry and I went to Las Vegas for a Valentine’s Day weekend. We arrived Friday and immediately set upon having a great time. We ate a very reasonable and tasty lunch, but that all went out the window at dinner. We had a large dinner as a Valentine’s day package, and while it was all healthy (save for the dessert), the volume of food was monumental. Suffice it to say that we didn’t eat it all; that would have been impossible. We did sample the desserts, and they were yummy, but again, we couldn’t eat it all.
The next day, Saturday, started off with a healthy breakfast in the MGM Signature’s Deli. We both had scrambles that were both delicious and normal in portion size (for us). Afterward, we hit the old Downtown area of Las Vegas and did a walking tour which we greatly enjoyed. We even stopped in at the Pawn Stars TV show’s actual pawn shop location. It was neat to see it in person after seeing it on TV for years. For lunch. we ate at Pizza Rock. I know; pizza is not Paleo, but we ate the cracker thin Chicago crust, and the pizza was delicious! We ended up skipping dinner that day. We also visited the Mob Museum, and that evening, we saw Gwen Stefani! It was a great show, and a great end to the evening!
Sunday morning was to be our trip home, but our flight was delayed once, and then a second time when the gate crew notified us that we should find other flights home. Sherry quickly booked us a flight that would get us home later that night with one catch; we had to fly through San Francisco. Fortunately, that flight left on-time, and when it arrived in San Francisco, we were relieved to find that the departing flight to Houston was in the very next gate! We ate a quick healthy dinner and boarded our flight home. We arrived home at 11:30 p.m., but that was okay. We were home, safe and sound.
All in all, it was one of the best weekend trips Sherry and I have taken. We did a lot, saw a lot, laughed a lot, and loved a lot. It’s weekends like this that make all the time in-between working worth it.
Then came Monday: bone graft and implant.
Four months ago, I had a severe abscess that required removal of a tooth and some jaw bone material that was infected. I had to wait the past 4 months for bone to grow back into the area enough for my dentist to insert an implant for a future implanted tooth. Since the bone loss in the area due to the infection was pretty great, it was also necessary to do a bone graft.
The procedure went well, and the doctor said that everything went perfectly. Honestly, it was the least painful experience I’ve ever had with a dentist. Seriously. I was shocked that I felt nothing at all. I was a little nervous this time (unlike during the extraction; I’ve done many of those before), so I asked for nitrous oxide. I’m glad I did; it made me feel intoxicated, and took away my anxiety. The best part is that when I was done, 10 breaths of fresh air later, the intoxication effect was gone and I was able to safely leave the office and drive home.
All in all, I did gain a few pounds back after the weekend, but that was to be expected (and I had planned for it). I rested yesterday and ran in the afternoon and felt good. Today, I will restart my weightlifting regimen and see how it goes. If the shoulder can handle it, I’ll be back to working out 6 days a week which will help with burning calories required for a calorie deficit. I’m also back to eating home-cooked food, and tonight, I plan on making something to hold us over for lunches over the next three days.
Sherry and I started our last Whole30 on January 5th, a day ahead of schedule, because we’d had enough. We had been eating horribly for a month in December, and our bodies were reeling from it. Bloated, overweight, and sluggish, we couldn’t endure another day of eating poorly. Sure, the food was delicious, but we’d gotten to the point where the novelty of eating “Anything” had worn off, and honestly, the flavors weren’t worth the horrible feeling we were experiencing. We’d gotten used to our bodies feeling “Good.”
The Whole30 itself was a success. I had reset my portions, kicked the new addiction to sugar, and I lost 12 lbs. The initial weight loss of 10 lbs happened in the first week. The next 2 lbs came the following week. And then? Nothing. Plateau.
I finished the Whole30 happy with my success. Even though I was in a plateau, I was happy. Everything was looking up. I knew I just had to keep doing the right things, and the scale and the way I felt in my clothes (NSV) would reward me. Sure enough, two weeks after the end of this last Whole30, I’ve lost 6 more lbs bringing 2020’s total to 18 lbs.
Yes, my clothes all feel much better now; back to normal. My mind has regained its clarity. My runs are getting easier, not only because I run every other day, but because it’s easier to run when you’re lighter. Best of all, I feel so much better overall. It’s just a great feeling to not be bloated, sluggish, and feeling as if in a mental fog.
This journey is one that requires perseverance and patience. In the beginning of our Whole30, I was lamenting the fact that it was taking forever, and Sherry threw my words back at me: “Didn’t you just write something about patience?” She asked. “Well, yeah, but…” She just raised an eyebrow at me. She was right. I needed to heed my own words.
And I did. In the evenings, after my runs, I have a habit of talking to myself in the mirror as I wait for the water to reach a comfortable temperature for me (which Sherry says is cold. Not everyone likes to shower in water fit for a lobster, Sherry!). No, I don’t answer, but I motivate myself. I tell myself things we need to do to continue to make progress, or sometimes I just congratulate myself for a good workout. Most days in the past two months, it’s been, “Keep doing the right things. You’ll get the results you’re looking for.” It feels good when it finally starts to happen, day after day.
I think back to my first weight loss adventure four years ago when I was losing, on average, 10 lbs per month. I remember how great it felt week after week seeing the numbers go down, and even being confused once when it dropped so much I thought I’d remembered my previous weight incorrectly (I didn’t). That’s how it feels now being in the mid-180’s.
Moral of this long post: stick with the plan. Even if you’re not seeing the results you want, keep doing the work. Continue to analyze what you’re doing, and make small adjustments if you think that an improvement can be made. Also, be realistic. Science is your friend. Sometimes, it’s possible you’re getting too LITTLE to eat, or that you just need an extra half hour to sleep. Maybe the portions are a little too big, or that extra handful of nuts in the afternoon should be reduced or eliminated. Some little things can make a big difference.
It struck me today as I stepped on the scale and found that I’d lost 3 lbs; weight loss is like an avalanche. Very rarely in my experience does weight drop steadily. Sure, if you look at a trend over weeks and months, the weight will come off pretty steadily if you do the work and follow the plan, but day-to-day, weight typically bounces up and down a bit with an overall downward trend, but rarely will you see actual drops. But when you do, they are pretty big.
This morning was one of those “Pretty big” drops. 3 lbs.
Why does this happen? I’ve read that it’s because it takes 30-45 days for your body to flush fat cells that are no longer being used. This is why you can’t “Burn” fat cells. They don’t go away. They deflate like a balloon. The human body is very smart, and it doesn’t immediately get rid of fat cells once you’ve depleted their stored energy. The body figures you’re going to fill those cells back up, so it holds on to them for a while until you’ve proven that they will no longer be needed. Then, and only then, does the body flush them.
I remember seeing this when I was on my first-year 110 lbs weight loss journey. I would drop a lot, then plateau for a few days, then drop a lot, etc. The cycle continued for a solid year. It was annoying and exhilarating at the same time. I hated the plateaus, but each time the weight dropped, it was exciting and motivating.
That’s how I feel this morning: motivated. Finally, I saw the first big jump on the scale. Then it hit me; losing weight is like an avalanche. The weight sticks around until it’s no longer sustainable at the current caloric intake levels coupled with activity, and then, the body has to flush the excess cells it’s no longer using or has use for. Then… WHOOSH! Weight loss.
It’s an amazing feeling. My pants also feel a lot looser this morning, and I generally feel better. I know that the psychological effect is playing a big role in that this morning, but that’s okay. This is what it’s all about. These are the non-scale victories (NSV’s) I enjoy the most: the ones that make me feel good. The ones that put me into a good mood.
Just a few more months, and I’ll be right back where I want to be. Just a few more months of hard work in the gym, and I’ll be back to where I was before my multiple injuries. I just need to stay smart, take it slow and steady, and not overdo it. My shoulder still has pain from time to time, and I’m waiting it out like I did with my heel.
In the meantime, I’m going to do a happy dance for the weight loss. I’m back in the 180’s again. Finally.
I had a week-long drill with my National Guard unit last week which always puts a damper on my writing for this blog. As you would guess, we’re busy from sun-up until past sundown, with not much time in between activities to write blog entries. In the past, I would pre-write blog posts, but this time, I did’t think I’d need to. Lesson learned.
I ended my Whole30 during this drill, and while I wasn’t able to weigh myself on that last day, I did weigh myself when I got home. Total weight lost: 12 lbs. Not the 15 lbs I’d hope for, but I’ll take it. I do feel a lot better, and I wake up more energized. I have lost a bit in the waist; not as much as I need or wanted, but it’s a step. Glaciers don’t melt in a day. I have 20 lbs more to go, and I know it’s going to take a lot of time and effort.
I ran HIIT for the first time since hurting my Achilles heel back in August. It went far better than expected, and I’ll be introducing HIIT into my weekly routine starting this week. I will also start concentrating more on abs on my non-running days starting this week. My unit introduced me to a bunch of exercises that I’ll be able to do without using my hurt shoulder, which is great!
As for eating, I continued to eat well using nut bars for breakfast. My unit is very accommodating when it comes to my Paleo Diet, and I am proud to say that they ensured every lunch they provided me was Paleo-friendly and actually strictly adhered to the diet. My dinners were also Paleo compliant, as I had control over those. This allowed me to feel good throughout the week. Sleep was something I was careful with as well, and I was able to get 7.5 hours minimum each night.
I have to say that this last drill was my most Paleo-friendly drill ever. It helps when the people around you are doing everything they can to help you succeed. That pours over professionally; I feel like my unit cares, so I put 110% effort into everything I do for them in return.