“The new year begins today” was my Monday, December 30, status update on Facebook. It struck me as interesting that I wanted to begin this year early, much as I wanted to ease into 2013 at a much slower pace. The past year was a year of tremendous joy, growth, and accomplishment. It also was a year where goals — as usual — fell a bit short. I don’t mind the fact that the goals fell short. My general belief is that if goals are not overly ambitious and perhaps just a bit beyond one’s personal reach they might not be goals worth pursuing at all.
With that in mind, I have great goals for 2014. I am looking forward to improving my performance in another Olympic Distance Triathlon and completing marathon #11. I am hoping to take part in a few more races, and I think I am finally in the kind of shape I have wanted to be in for the past decade or so. I look forward to doing a lot of writing, a lot of gardening, a lot of home cooking, and moving my body with swimming, bicycling, running, yoga, dancing, and weights workouts throughout it all.
So with all of this greatness on my agenda, I am eager to kick off the new year.
One major challenge nags at me. For the past three years, I have weighed myself first thing each morning and meticulously logged the figure. Accompanying that practice has been renewed attentiveness to healthy eating, portion sizes, and a commitment to working out at least five and ideally six days a week. With all of this has come results: The first time I weighed myself on the scale that I bought at Bed, Bath, and Beyond in January 2011, I came in at 149.9. This morning, I weighed 119.0. My daily weigh-ins over the past four months have ranged between 114.0 and 119.0. For the first time since mid-2004, I am weighing in consistently at a level that nutritionists, doctors, and the American Medical Association considers healthy for a person of my size and build. Because I began Moving Your Body with a goal of beating back obesity, the fact that I have scored such a victory fills me with glee.
But now comes the challenge of maintenance. I have learned over the past three years that I can eat in a healthy way, exercise in an enjoyable manner, and lose weight very very slowly. But now that the pounds have been shed — very, very slowly shed — will they stay off? Or, like 90 percent of those who lose lots of weight, will they slowly (or quickly) creep back?
The scientific responses to people’s failures to avoid re-gaining pounds that were lost is rather mixed. Some research suggests that diets — which are food deprivation practices, even when they are done in the most sensible manner possible — create a resistance against which the body rebels once given the freedom again to consume. Other studies have indicated that appetite levels soar following diets, for similar reasons.
My own personal history of weight losses and gains hasn’t been strong. I first lost a good amount of weight when I was in my early twenties; I lost the weight over the course of about three months and regained it over the next two years. I repeated that pattern in my mid-thirties and in my early forties. Now, entering my early fifties, I am wracking my brains to catalogue what I have learned about eating and exercise as well as such factors as stress, rest, and emotional balance out of a hope that I don’t see the pattern recur once again.
Many things have changed in my life over the course of these decades that could work in my favor. For the first time in my life, I am married and fairly settled in my career and life work. I also have either given up or rendered as very infrequent such less-healthy habits like drinking and going out often to eat. I grow a lot of my own food and enjoy living close to the land. I am much more willing to pass on a social outing in order to get in eight hours of sleep than I was in the past.
But I still worry. My weight-loss lows in late summer this year coincided with my triathlon and marathon training. I have seen these kinds of weight dips in the past while training for similar events, and often a slow creep upwards after. This leaves me to wonder if endurance events — which I truly enjoy even if I am not the fastest competitor — might work against a goal of attaining an overall healthy balance.
For now, I plan to do what I have been doing for the past three years: I will weigh myself daily and log my weight, along with my workouts and other such details as the day’s temperature, plantings, and whether or not I’m having my period. I will gather the data and see what comes up. My hope is that I’ll be writing a column one year from today, reporting that I managed to get my weight stabilized at a very healthy 114 to 115 pounds and that it appears to be holding steady.
But, of course, only time will tell.