Firstly I’m much happier with my body than I was the first
go round. I’m still working on it, but for the most part, I think I look great.
I now have a much better understanding of why Roommate can’t be on a diet for
even an hour. Now that I like how I look for the most part, it’s really tough
to deprive myself. Yes, skinny tastes better than chocolate, but if I can have
skinny and chocolate, you better bet I will.
Secondly, after the first 12 days, my weight loss stopped
completely. I lost 10 quick pounds, and I’ve camped out there. I tried increasing my work
outs, to no avail. Not eating the foods you want, working out consistently, and
being dizzy every time you move with any speed is only okay if you’re losing
pounds. When you’re plateaued, it sucks and does not feel worth it.
Not that I’m in anyway sorry I did Advocare. I lost 10lbs,
which is not something I want to discount, I also feel good, I feel clean and
more energized. Advocare reinforces some really important habits, and I will
probably do it again. Below are some of the most important things I learned (or
was reminded of) from doing Advocare.
Will Power
I know it’s clichĂ© to say, but it’s so true. When you
practice will power you have more of it. Walking past the candy dishes and
pretty much everything that roommate eats is hard at first, but it does get
easier. I know that on Thursday, when I can eat anything I choose, I will still
be making healthy choices. Those healthy choices will involve more cheese, but
they will still be healthy. It is no longer hard for me to walk by store bought
treats and little silly candies that I don’t love. All those little calories
add up, and they aren’t worth it. I’d rather save those calories for something
I really enjoy.
Portions
This was one I definitely needed a reminder about, and I’m
so glad that I did Advocare again if only for this one lesson. Advocare is very
strict in terms of weighing and measuring everything. By doing this for 3
weeks, I now am able to eyeball a serving portion, and cut out excess
unnecessary calories. One of the days last week, I was making my lunch in our café.
I was having chicken and brown rice and spinach. A serving of a starchy carb
like rice is 4oz. It’s about a half of a cup, a little smaller than the size of
my fist. It just so happened that a co-worker was having rice and meatballs.
Because of advocare, I know that she could have a lot of meatballs, since her
body can’t store that protein as fat, and she should cut down on the rice,
since any of those carbs not used quickly as energy will be stored for use as
energy later, as fat. She easily had 4 servings of rice on her plate and maybe
5 meatballs. And probably didn’t even realize how incorrect her portions were.
Again, mindfulness, Advocare taught me what a serving size is, and also to be
aware of it.
This one should be obvious, but I think our foodie culture
often pushes this out of our head. The point of eating is to give your body
fuel. If it tastes great and you love it, bonus! But that’s not the point of
eating. I am often guilty of making food choices not based on my physical
needs, but on my emotional ones. I’m having a rough day, I’m allowed a cupcake
to cheer myself up. I worked out extra hard, I’ve earned that pasta dish.
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I’m nervous about going off Advoare again, but not for the
same reasons I was last time. Last time I was worried that maybe all the weight
loss was just water weight, and that it might all bounce back. That didn’t
happen, and this time I’m confident that I weight loss I saw was fat loss, and
that if I go back to my before Advocare habits, I will go back to my before
Advocare weight loss, which was just maintaining.
My concern is that I dropped 10 pounds so quickly and have
stayed camped out right there. I’m worried that I’ve hit some sort of a wall
and I’m not going to lose any more weight at all. And I definitely want to lose
about 10 more pounds, and tighten up my stomach and my triceps.
I’ve wanted my whole life to have a flat stomach and now
that I’m so close, I’m paranoid that it will forever be just out of my reach.
Rationally I know this isn’t true. We can shape our bodies into anything that
we want. But irrationally I worry that I just don’t have that shape, and genetically
I will never be able to achieve this. Because of genetics’ roommate eats only
sugar and carbs and has a flat stomach.
Are my genetics going to prevent me from doing this? The
real question is, am I going to let them?
I know that only time is going to answer this questions. I
also know that it’s only going to get harder from here. I’m the smallest I’ve
been as an adult. That means that fat that’s left has been there a very long
time. So I shouldn’t expect it to fall off as easy as the rest did.
I know about healthy eating habits, I know how to go to the
gym consistently, and I know how to stay positive. So now I just need to apply
everything I know, as well as some serious core exercising, and look forward to
that flat stomach I’ve always wanted.




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