Look. I know most of us have had some form of unwanted weight gain during the last few months. It was really to be expected. We went from having gyms and parks open - to being told: "Don't leave your house." This was rough, y'know? If you've been following my journey for a little bit - I was just starting to get back into the gym so I could lose some kilos for my trip to Bali. My end goal though was to get back and be like BAM. Let's do this and just smash out some super amazing weight loss and fitness goals.
But, I knew that I was expecting to gain a little bit of weight. I was (am?) stress eating. I haven't left the house. I hate walking. I despise running. Saying that - I went and bought like $100 worth of gym stuff. There's kettlebells, free weights, resistance bands, exercise balls - LIKE, SO MUCH STUFF, so I could have at least the things I do actually love doing there and ready to go.
Do you think I've opened any of it?
Ha. No.
The first issue I saw with weight gain
I wasn't really phased too much in April. I knew some clothes were getting a little tighter. At one point I thought that I might've actually been pregnant (not the case.) I could live with that though. A little weight gain = a little more effort to getting rid of it.
The issues really started popping up though when I saw my health was getting compromised. My right knee keeps threatening to pop up. I struggle standing up when I'm sitting on the floor. The clothes that were a little tight are now digging into my skin or just won't do up at all.
Over the last few days, I've noticed a significant drop in my mental health. Instead of being super chipper like I've been aiming so hard to be, food has taken over and I've felt like a potato. I like potatoes, don't get me wrong. They turn into chips, and vodka, and baked potatoes - but I don't necessary like feeling like one.
See: these were taken today - and I'm not unhappy. Just not AS happy as I think I could be.
As I quite often do - I feel like a bit of a hypocrite. I preach as much as possible that one should love their body - no matter what stage it's currently at. On the same token though, I think when you're in a situation where you are physically uncomfortable, and you're noticing that your actual health is getting impacted - that focusing on making the best you that you can be, overrides that. It's not to say I don't love myself. I absolutely do. I just don't like the way that I feel, and that it's projecting outwards.
So after having this revelation last night, and also have read Bec's post on a very similar subject - I've decided that I'm going to start a 3-month journey into getting rid of this weight gain from isolation. I actually started today by making sure I went for a walk around my streets when Wally brought his lead to me (an actual deal we made like six months ago when I was trying to teach him that lead = leaving the house.) I admittedly haven't really followed through on that, so that's one of the biggest things I'll be doing.
My 8 Goals For The Next 3 Months:
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- Fit back into the clothes I was wearing 2 months ago
- Do at least one strength exercise set per week
- Try to do one walk every day
- Start keeping an eye on food intake
- Restrict take-away food to once per week (twice if it's "healthy")
- Up water intake to 2L
- Decrease coffee intake to 1 cup of coffee in the morning
- Increase green tea intake
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Let me know in the comments how you're going at the moment. Remember, as always, it's okay to be not okay - and if you are okay - that's even better! Until next time,
