We talk a lot in the weight loss/fit blogging community about the disconnect between the changes our bodies are experiencing, and how our brains sometimes take a ridiculously long little bit of time to catch up to that change. When you lose weight, whether you do so quickly or not, after having been overweight or obese for decades, it can take a while for your brain to see your new, smaller body instead of “seeing” the obese body you’ve lived with your whole adult life.
At least, that is true for me. And while my brain is starting to catch up visually – I am catching regular glimpses of how my body really looks now, and that is thrilling! – there’s another way in which my brain still hasn’t caught up.
When I weighed 250 pounds, if I ate healthy throughout the day and got in a workout, I could sit on the couch in front of the TV at night and work my way through *insert food you love to eat mindlessly and in large quantities here* without gaining weight. No – really. I could eat a pound of pistachios or a 1/2 pint who am I kidding a pint of ice cream once or twice a week, and assuming that was my only food “indiscretion,” I could maintain my weight almost effortlessly.
Disclaimer: what follows is not me complaining. I am thankful beyond words to have reached the weight I’m at, and I will take any of the struggles that come along with it instead of being back at 250, struggling as I did for all those years. So please don’t think, “Seriously, she’s complaining now?! Someone needs to tell this bitch to shut up – I’d kill to have her “problems!” I am not complaining. Just sharing about how the struggle? It doesn’t so much go away, as it just…changes. And if you don’t believe me, read this girl’s honest posts about how…strange and hard and interesting and weird and even painful it sometimes is to be so much smaller than when she started.
So, yeah, back to my point. The things I could do at 250 pounds? Can’t do ‘em anymore. Or, well, I can, but guess what? My weight starts creeping up immediately. I was getting irritated this morning after another small gain, thinking maybe I was going to have trouble stabilizing again. Then I started to take inventory of what I’ve been eating the last few days. Lots of good, whole, healthy foods. Lean protein, veggies, healthy fats. Pistachio nuts at night. (Yeah, you see where this is going, right?) I thought, “I am so annoyed! I am doing exactly what I did after my first round, and I stabilized perfectly!”
You know those cartoons when a light bulb appears over a character’s head when they realize something? That was so me this morning. In the span of 10 seconds, I saw my weight, got annoyed, reflected on my food the last few days…and had an epiphany. (Wouldn’t you like to spend a whole day inside this brain?!?)
I am not the same woman, body-wise, that I was after Round 1. I am 30 pounds lighter. And a body that is 190 pounds requires fewer calories to function than a body that is 220 pounds or 250 pounds. So I can’t just do the same thing I did back then, because my body is not the same as it was back then.
I know this may seem like it should have been obvious to some of you, and maybe it should have been. Logically if someone had walked me through a conversation about this, of course I would have come to this conclusion. But somehow knowing it mentally and living it for myself – again, don’t forget the brain-lagging-behind-the-body part – were two very different things.
And I’ll admit that for a few seconds after that epiphany, I stayed annoyed. You know why? I like sitting on the couch eating pistachios at night, dammit! And I had a flash of the no-fairs that I used to live with constantly at 250+ pounds. You know the no-fairs, right? No fair that I have to work out. No fair that I can’t eat whatever I want. No fair that my skinny friend can eat whatever she wants without gaining weight. (Never mind that she probably works out way more than I know in order to have that privilege!).
So I had a flash of the no-fairs over the thought that I had to “give up” my eating of pistachios on the couch at night in front of the TV. (Yes, that thought you can smack me for.)
Then I realized that if all I have to do to maintain this healthier weight is give up eating pistachios at night? Make some adjustments in my portion sizes so they’re more appropriate for a 190 pound body?
Well, my goodness. Quit your bitching, Valerie. This is your biggest problem?!? You can do this!
And what’s more? It’s totally worth it. I’ll take that trade-off any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
So that was my big epiphany for the week. How about you – any epiphanies or learning experiences or lessons to share?


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