Plateaued is a synonym for marooned. So, I jumped ship on all that wasn’t working in my efforts to get fit by myself. Yesterday, August 15, I joined One Fit Widow, a virtual-training community. (Mine is a Fitness Quest Membership.) A requisite: write a letter (to send with your before photos, your measurements, your detailed health habits) describing why you joined. This is mine:
Dear Michelle and 1FW,
In the last three years, I’ve lost, and (sort of) maintained, an (almost) 70-pound weight loss; in the last three months, since starting a new job, I’ve gained and lost the ‘same’ ten pounds again, and again, and again. It’s oh so very frustrating.
It could be worse, I know, and it has been: a year ago, when I ended a long-term, live-in union, I re-gained 35 of the 66 pounds I’d lost. I had to take that weight back off, tracking my clean-eating diet in MyFitnessPal and training for my second 5K. (I ran my first in 2011, while still on Weight Watchers, which ceased to work for me once fruits and veggies were ‘free’ — I eat a lot of these.)
Vexingly, I’ve plateaued. I cannot seem to go lower than 230 pounds. (Well, 233, actually. Two hundred and thirty-three pounds is, in fact, my lowest adult weight. It’s what I plateaued at, too, when I lost weight a decade ago, while I was still in university.)
I joined 1FW because I’m awed by your success, Michelle, and the grace with which you embrace it. I’m impressed by your example, as a woman who proves it’s possible to become fit after 40, after loss, and as a woman who treats all with kindness and respect, while not accepting less than kick-ass commitment. (I’ve been following 1FW on Facebook for a long while.) I need a program that’s practical, that encourages nutrition and exertion grounded in what’s real (whole foods, strength training), that, too, connects me with a community urging accountability as I make the changes I committed to 3 years ago.
In 3 years, I’ve lost, well, today, it’s 61 pounds. But, my goal is to be fit and healthful. I want a body I can revel in, that can be an expression of soul. I want to continue running (although I haven’t been so often in the last months), and to start strength training. But, I don’t really know how. And, I don’t know what I should weigh, really. Every trainer I’ve talked to lists a different body composition, a different weight. For now, I’d be happy to break the plateau, 229. And, I’d thrill to weigh fewer than 200 pounds — finally.