First off, let's get this out of the way: Wednesday Weigh In was a bust. It's That Time of the Month so all my care and restraint yesterday (only 1 square of chocolate!) resulted in 179 if I sort of squint and lean. Otherwise 180. This would make a very dull graph. I admit I'm bummed. I was hoping to float down gracefully like a leaf to a new, sustainable weight, somewhere below the 170 range. I've been lifting my weights and shaking my booty and hiking virtuously on the trail. In my longtime mental scrip, if I made the changes I've made, I'd be at a healthy weight. But my calories are probably in the 1700-2000 range, and it's becoming clear that's a maintenance range for me. So now it remains to be seen what I'm going to do about it.
I am chary of setting goals and failing, as I have this half-baked but sincerely held idea that failure can turn into a habit. I hope to promise less and perform more. To look nice I need to lose 20-30 pounds, but if I lose 8 more, that's my ten percent, which is supposed to be associated with worthwhile improvements in blood sugar and blood pressure. I know I could just buckle down and cut calories more sharply, but I have a (possibly unreasonable) terror of yo-yo-ing. Right now I'm not in a fight with my body and I like it that way.
Well, y'all just leave me wrestling with myself. I'll figure it out.
I want to give a cheer to The Road Curves Ahead for her foray into Zumba! And I just found a couple of wonderful blogs, both bloggers in maintenance-- The Tippy Toe Diet (boy can I relate to that title!) and A Shade of Gray" (that too, come to think of it.)
Also, here's a picture of my Mums and Corn. All three males of the house (father, husband, son) sailed by them without noticing. Both daughters were thrilled. "Mom, they look great!"