I lost 7 pounds Friday night. Yes, in one night. Thank goodness, too, because I was up a whopping 9 pounds from last Saturday morning. It was apparently all retained water. At least 7 pounds of it, maybe 8. I was just a bit freaked out by it. I really was. I'm still not happy about the other two, but given my size, two pounds at the margin is probably not much to worry about.
I have noticed a slight increase in my total calories. Nothing crazy, but nowhere near the 14,000 calories that four pounds (for example) would require. Not even the 7000 calories that two pounds would require. Not if the 2700 calories that Livestrong says I should be eating to lose weight is the right number. So, why the plateau? And what the hell is up with the water retention?
I recall having read somewhere that if you drastically cut calories to lose weight, you cut your metabolism by 10%, even if you regain the weight. I don't know if I have that right, but I have done that twice in my life, and I was eating very little. Up to 1500 calories each time, but no more. The first time, my doctor gave me that number. The second time I was really eating 1000 calories until I turned 21 and could drink beer legally. So it's possible I damaged my metabolism. I don't know if it comes back.
It's also possible that I didn't damage anything, but that my body just doesn't need 2700 calories. So I cut back to 2600. We'll see how that goes. The danger in eating too little is that you will waste muscle instead of losing fat. With less muscle, you compromise your metabolism, since muscle is the best furnace you have.
A little less might help. We'll see. I've been within three pounds of my current weight since August. Great, I'm in maintenance. (It's not a bad thing.) But I want to drop 100 pounds. For real. It's about more than the clothes, suddenly, too. Twenty to start with would be great. And then 80 more. And then, maybe another 20. We'll see. But I'm tired of the plateau. It's hard to keep in mind the fact that I have dropped just about 40 pounds this year. That's a lot. I've said it before--it doesn't feel like a lot, because I have so far to go. But it's plenty.
Today was in the 80s here in SoCal. Hard to believe. I took the opportunity to take a long bike ride down the Santa Ana River (which is all concrete). I went about 13 miles in an hour. The first 40 minutes were pretty easy. But I have to say, it wiped me out for the rest of the day. I liked doing it. I want to do more. I want to be able to do physical things.
When I was making the transition from junior high school to high school, I decided not to try out for the marching band. Make any jokes you wish, but I imagined the band would be fun. I didn't do it because I honestly didn't think there would be a uniform in my size. I couldn't deal with that. So I bagged the instrument. That history came into my head today. Don't know why. I guess I don't want to live my life that way--being unable to do things because I ate too much. I don't need to be fat now. I need to have options.