Emotional Eating and Still Lost 24.5 inches

A little over two years ago I started this crazy journey.  I can say that there have been some rough times but for the most part I have truly enjoyed it.

I wanted to share this to show that the scale isn’t always my friend.  I am an emotional eater and the last months have been hard on my body lol.


Last June, my youngest son graduated from high school and signed up to join the US Army. We are very proud of him, but needless to say we still worry.  In October, my husband and I went to Ft Benning Georgia with my daughter and my son’s girlfriend to watch him graduate BCT (basic combat training).  We enjoyed the time that we were able to spend with him but it was too short.

I kept telling myself that I was on vacation so I would eat what I wanted to with my family.  After all, this was the first vacation I had gone on with my husband since 1990!  I kept telling myself that I would hit it hard when I got home. That didn’t happen.

Before we had left I had been having some medical issues. At the end of October I was told that I would need to see a specialist for my carpal tunnel and ulna nerve damage in both wrists.  I was also told that another specialist would need to be seen because I have a pelvic organ prolapse.  Needless to say I have been stressed and very worried about working out with the organ prolapse.  The only thing that I hit hard was the food.    I ate ALOT of my stress and gained back some of my weight.

I have since then decided that I would not be a victim of my circumstances.  I am scheduled for my first surgery on December 20th.  I could continue to stress over it, but I am counting my blessings instead.  My son is coming home from Ft Sam Houston in Texas for his HBL for two weeks.  We pick him up at the airport on December 21st.  So I will be on a short term leave from work at the same time he will be home.  WIN WIN!
The point of this is to say that even though I have gained back some weight, I have still lost 24.5 inches.  My clothes are smaller and fit much better in the waist.  I would think that anyone could see the difference from my very first photo and now today’s.

The moral of the story.  Don’t think that the scale is your friend, because usually it isn’t.  If you are like me and step on it almost every day, then you can get upset about what your so called bestie has to say. For me this causes a vicious cycle where I get upset that I am gaining weight and eat more >>>convince myself to get off my lazy butt and get busy working out>>>lose weight>>>feel happy and proud of myself>>>something stresses me out, like jumping on the scale or life happens>>>then I eat again.  Like I said a vicious cycle.

then-and-now

I have found that stepping on the scale is an emotional roller coaster for me, and let me just say that when you eat your emotions, well that is one roller coaster ride I don’t want to get on.  Instead, I take photos, I take measurements and I log everything.  This is how I keep track of my journey.  AND when I do get discouraged I just take a look at my before and now photos and I keep going.

If you are starting your journey or are even in the middle of one, then I URGE you to take photos ( you DON’T have to post them on FB, you don’t have to share them with anyone but yourself) and also take your measurements.  If your not sure how to take them, message me, I can walk you through it or even send a video.  I am more than willing to help.

You won’t regret using measurements and photos to measure your progress, I can promise you that.

Need help or just want to chat, send me a message. 🙂

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