What’s My Goal?

WhatsMyGoal

This week’s Weight Watchers Weekly was focused on setting a weight goal for yourself, as opposed to checking a BMI chart and picking a “normal” weight that seems completely unattainable.

Back when I started WW seven years and 40 pounds ago, I checked the BMI chart and saw that 173 was the upper end of my “healthy” weight range. That’s what I weighed in middle school; that’s what I weigh now, finally, at age 39. At the time when I chose 170 for my Goal, though, I didn’t know what I would look like at that weight, or even if I would be capable of reaching that weight.

Before and Today

But I decided I’m not done yet. I still have at least 10 pounds to go — and then we’ll see how I feel when I get there, and reassess.
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Operation Braceface: Day 1023

Officially sick of the braces.

Braces Day 1023

Last week’s adjustment was quick and painless — just switching out the chains on the bottom, and instructing me to wear medium triangle elastics again.

But, surprise of surprises (note sarcasm), Dr. M. exclaimed, “Why aren’t these gaps closing? Did they close at all?” I assured her that, yes, my teeth had definitely moved. (The sharp archwire that had been poking me in the cheek was evidence of that, as was my sore mouth after the last adjustment.)

She said that next time, in addition to them checking my bite, I’ll get a 2-to-2 chain under the archwire, and a 6-to-6 over the wire (which is where I’ve been chained exclusively up until now). Apparently, putting chains under the wire is supposed to have a more pronounced effect on moving the teeth.

So, that next adjustment is going to hurt like a bitch.

I’m fine with that, though, if it means that we’ll start to get things wrapping up already. Tying in my molars so near the end really threw everything for a loop.

Still worth it, though. Definitely worth it.

But I’m ready for it to be done.

August Weigh-In

To try to break out of my months-long plateau, I decided to post a daily photo journal of my meals for a week. I figured it would give me some additional accountability, since I’d been falling into the trap of If No One Sees Me, I Didn’t Really Eat It. (Which, yes, is ridiculous. The scale doesn’t lie. I’m not fooling anyone, including myself.)

tuesday's food journal

What I discovered as I photographed everything I ate or drank (besides water) was that, in addition to increasing my accountability — I did skip a few snacks so I wouldn’t have to photograph them and admit my snackiness — it also increased my mindfulness in eating. When I had to properly arrange my food, make it photogenic, it engendered a purposefulness in eating that I hadn’t experienced for a long time. Less standing at the refrigerator door with the can of gulab jamun and a spoon, or digging into a can of my son’s Chef Boyardee, and more meticulous crafting of delicious and nutritious meals and snacks.  Continue reading