Paranoia. That's all I can describe it as. I keep thinking I've gained weight. Not owning a scale or having ready access to one like I used to makes me constantly wonder about my weight. People say, 'Go by how your clothes are fitting,' but that doesn't work for me because some have stretch fibres and some don't. What if they're fresh out of the dryer? Some days my jeans feel tight and others not. The jeans have no stretch. My sweats, which normally hang off me. were tight when I put them on the other night.
Why am I so obsessed with a number? Where does weight gain begin? In my opinion, it's when you stop paying attention. Two pounds becomes five, and so it goes. Since the end of boot camp I haven't had a lot of activity except for walking in our very hilly neighbourhood. Therefore, it's fair to assume that I'm not burning calories as I ought to or once did.
So, with all this in mind I finally got myself back to the club to begin my winter work out routine. I made it there twice last week for two 30 minute power work outs and weighed myself on the ancient triple beam balance scale in the ladies' room. It told me good news; that I was two pounds below goal. I also finally made it to a Weight Watchers meeting where I weighed in at one pound below goal.
What this all points to are several things: 1.) I'm paranoid, but a bit of healthy paranoia never hurt anyone who wants to maintain a significant weight loss. 2.) I have developed sufficient muscle mass that I go on burning calories even when I'm not involved in strenuous activity. 3.) Parts of me (like my bum) may have lost some muscle tone so my pants fit differently -i.e- my body has changed shape.
But most importantly, I have to remember that I have developed a pattern of eating from which I don't deviate. If my portion sizes remain the same and the type of meals and snacks don't vary too much, if I limit the number of Christmas treats, then weight gain will not be an issue. In other words, I need to have faith in a system that works which I set in place years ago. Like the saying goes, 'If it works, don't fix it'.
Which is not to say I don't need to move more. Off to the gym.