Sometimes I try to write blog entries in advance, in case I get sick or life gets hectic. This doesn’t usually work out because it’s hard to write about your life before it happens. Whenever I have written an entry and held it back, it is usually no longer true or relevant when the time comes to post it. For instance, a week and a half ago I stepped on the scale and it said 186 again. It freaked me out. And I knew there was absolutely no way I’d lose that weight by my weigh-in at the end of the month. So I wrote a big long entry about how I’d gained weight and how this was a normal part of the weight maintenance progress and I wasn’t ignoring it and I’d get on top of things, here’s how etc. etc. I did not take into account my odd ability to gain 6 pounds one week and lose it the next, because I weighed in at 178 on March 1. Go figure. My body is weird.
The odd thing about weight loss is that if you gain back the weight, people act like you never lost it at all. They pretend everyone had a mass delusion and all that time you spent on the treadmill never happened, no matter how worn down your running shoes are. Last year the Indianapolis Colts won the Superbowl. This year, they did not. However, no one raided their houses and took back their Superbowl rings. We still had that parade in below-freezing weather last year. Even if those players never play football again, they will always be able to say they were Superbowl winners. No matter what happens with my weight, I did at one point in my life lose 200 pounds. Even if I were to gain it all back, it doesn’t undo the fact that I lost 200 pounds. It happened. It shouldn’t be any less of an accomplishment if I one day stop running half-marathons and start eating lots of Cheetos. I hope that never happens. I’d like to stay thin, healthy and happy for the rest of my life and will do my best to stay so.
However, when I step on the scale and see that I’ve gained some weight, it isn’t pleasant. But at least I’ve got a blog entry to post if that ever happens again.