EDITOR’S NOTE: Here is a glimpse of how a weight loss journey progresses from one step to the next. Sometimes they are small steps with life-changing results. I wrote this in 2006 and although I’ve learned more about health and myself since then, much of it is exactly how I still feel today. All except the one big lie I was still believing…
My twins are eight months old. I walk into Starbucks and am about to indulge in my daily fix of a soy caramel machiatto and an oat fudge bar. As I walk up to the counter I see that two of the employees are discussing the nutritional binders that they’re holding. I casually ask if they can tell me how many calories are in the oat fudge bar.
Little did I know, that one little question was about to change my life.
She replies with “hmmm…an oat fudge bar…let’s see…in an oat fudge bar, there are 460 calories.”
At this point, I don’t know much about calories but I did know that my suggested daily intake for my pre-pregnancy weight (when exercising three times a week) was around 1800. And I was most certainly not exercising three times a week anymore.
And I’m having one of these every day, with a latte, AS A SNACK!
The math started whirling in my mind and suddenly I’m staring the hard, cold truth in the face. I’ve been devouring a 800 calorie snack — nearly half of my daily intake…in one coffee break.
The past year of post-pregnancy started to flood my mind. All the times I stood in front of the mirror feeling like a failure, or feeling like I was in somebody else’s body and not my own — it all came rushing back to me. All the times I said to myself “it’s just the baby weight, it’s gotta come off eventually”, circled around and around in my head. NO WONDER! I’ve been so ignorant! Why didn’t I think of this sooner?
And so it started. I became one of those crazy dieting lunatics that reads every product label and keeps a food journal. In fact, I started logging every calorie in an online program that made it simple to see my protein, fat and carb breakdown. Oh how I love you, sweet internet.
That day in Starbucks revolutionized how I view my body and my health. It made me realize that we women fool ourselves far too often into thinking that we can never be that skinny. Or that our bodies were just not made to be that thin. Yes, we all have different body types
and my curvy hourglass figure could never be my little sister’s shape (edit: Ha! SCRATCH THAT. Just blew open yet another lie I had been telling myself for years) but it doesn’t mean that I can just blame it on being “big-boned” while pretending to be content with my size 12 self.
So I walked out of that Starbucks with no oat fudge bar. And a plain tea instead of a latte. And six months later, I’ve yet to have an oat fudge bar and I rarely indulge in a fancy drink. And I’m not a size 12 anymore. Within four weeks of just curbing that one little habit, I lost ten inches and almost two dress sizes. Now, I’m on my way to kicking the final ten pounds and hey, maybe even another five or so just for fun.
EDIT: At the time of writing this, I was 150 pounds. Little did I know that making those small but knowledgable changes to my lifestyle and diet would not only drop those final ten pounds (to my pre-pregnancy weight) but kick another 20 in the teeth. So now you know — you can do it, too!!