In the journey of weight loss – big time weight loss, where
you need to change the first number on your weight at least once if not more
times – there is a special place that you always long to be. Most of us losing weight refer to that place
as “Onederland”. Definition = the place
you get to when the first digit on your weight is a ONE!
Progress… not perfection!
Onederland, I plan on never leaving you again. You are stuck with me for good!
Onederland and I have met before… for about a year in 2010
and a portion of 2011. After losing
nearly 100 pounds I made it there. I
lost another 15 or so pounds, and then I got pregnant with Lily, and watched slowly as my weight creeped up and up.
When I was first pregnant, I figured it should be no big deal to keep my
weight gain under 30 pounds, and so I hoped to never see a“2” on the front of
my weight again. Then early last summer,
I did. I was devastated, but I was also
pregnant, so I excused it.
Of course, at the time I was dealing with all sorts of
stress – for instance, being told that the baby girl I worked so hard to get
pregnant with wouldn’t make it to birth, and if she did there would be major
complications. For obvious reasons, I found
solace in pie, licorice, muffins, donuts, and pretty much anything sweet. I watched as my weight climbed higher and
higher during my pregnancy until the day before Lily was born I was up 44
pounds from my Weight Watchers goal weight!
Onederland was a distant memory at that point.
A week after my 5 lb 9 oz miracle baby girl was born, I
weighed myself. Much to my disgust I had
lost exactly 5 pounds! How is that even
possible? Just given her birth weight, I
should have at least lost 5-1/2 lbs; not to mention all the other fluid you
lose after a pregnancy. That was
September last year.
A week before Christmas last year, I walked myself back into
Weight Watchers… head hung low, hoping no one was looking to see how fat I’d
gotten. I stepped on the scale and was
within 1 pound of what I weighed the day before Lily was born. Slowly over the last 6 months I have been
working my way back to my goal weight.
It has been frustrating. It has been slow.
I've wanted to give up. I've wondered if I’ll ever get back to the promised land, let alone my goal weight.
Last Thursday, I hit a milestone… I looked on the scale and
saw it ONEDERLAND! I was back there
again. It felt good. It gave me a burst of willpower and
positivity that I can also find my way back to goal. Yes, it is slow, but this is not a race.
