Over the past two months, I've really been struggling with my weight. The scale has actually creeped up to a number I hoped I'd never see again. Throughout my training and subsequent marathon, I maintained around 143-145 pounds, and I was okay with that. In the month after the marathon, my weight would occasionally go up a couple pounds above 145 after an indulgence, but I would get back to my plan and it would come back down.
But in the last two months, I have had a really hard time, and I have seen the scale creep higher and higher, as high as 151 pounds. I never thought after losing 50 pounds four years ago that I would ever see 150 on the scale again. The 140's isn't as low as I'd like, but to me, 150 is a sign to me that I'm really off track.
Yesterday, I had to drive to a meeting for work, and I had a lot of time in the car to think. As I reflected, I realized that the last two months have not only been a struggle with weight, but this has coincided with a really difficult period in my life. A person who had been my very best friend, at work and outside of work, is not who I thought she was for all these years. This person who I had confided in and trusted for over six years showed her true colors overnight, and I quickly realized she was not the person I thought she was, and she was certainly not my friend.
Not only did I lose who I thought was a very close friend, but this person is still trying to sabatage me at work, even though she is no longer employed there. I have tried to take the high road and let it go. I thought that I was over it, but I realized yesterday that I am still upset and hurt and letting her stay in my life by not truly moving on.
I am an emotional eater from way back, so when the timing of my weight gain and this situation dawned on my yesterday, I got mad. I am allowing her to have a negative affect in my life still. While I have been professional at work and refused to sink to her level, in my heart, I have allowed her to take residence, with her negative, hateful words and actions, and it has affected how I live my life.
I share this now for two reasons. First, I do believe that what we look like on the outside can truly reflect what is going on inside of us. For me, eating emotionally has been a way of life since I was eight years old, and over the last four years, I had it under control for the most part, but clearly, it was still a habit hiding under the surface, waiting to rear its ugly head.
Second, I wanted to make a statement that I am taking my body and mind back. I am mad. Outwardly, I've tried to take the high road and not share sink to this person's level, but that left me eating my feelings, gaining weight, and feeling miserable. I am not going to change my behavior and seek "revenge" on her at work; however, I am NOT going to let her spend one more minute in my heart or head either.
So today, I'm putting it all out there. My weight this morning was 150.2. My short term goal is to lose these extra pounds and get back to my "maintenance range" of 143-145. My long term goal is to lose at least 10-15 more pounds, but preferably, my goal weight would be under 120, since that's where my BMI is considered "healthy."
Thanks for listening! Have a great week!