My weight-loss mythology

I am losing weight. Yay, hurray! Twelve pounds in eight weeks. In this process I am discovering and deconstructing my own mythology about weight loss.

Myth number 1: The older I get, the harder it is to lose weight.

I am actually losing weight at nearly the same pace that I did in my 40s, on the same program, Weight Watchers (following a short juice fast).

It is true that I gain weight more easily as I age. I could probably put those 12 pounds back on in about two weeks. It is also true that my body is less forgiving of any slacking off. I rebound a bit after every weekend indulgence or day with no exercise. The rebound usually comes 3–4 days later.

Myth number 2: I can take the weight off just by exercising more.

For one thing, my increasing weight depleted my energy so it was becoming a chore to exercise every day. But even when I did, like last year when I was training for a century bike ride, my weight stayed steady. I need to follow the tried and true prescription of less food and more exercise.

The good thing is that as I lose weight I get immediate feedback in the form of increased energy and this makes it possible to exercise more. That energy gain is much more noticeable than it was when I was younger. The sensation of increased energy makes exercise extra rewarding. Yesterday I swam laps for a full hour and felt I could go on forever, at my sedate pace of 30 laps an hour. But lap swim was over at the Y and the kids were jumping in.

Myth number 3: I know how to eat in order to lose weight and maintain weight loss.

I am a good cook and have long followed a fair approximation of the Mediterranean diet: lots of vegetables, fruit, whole grains, a little protein, olive oil, very little dairy, red wine. I did not need to change what I eat; only how much. And I also needed to greatly cut down on the exceptions I had been making to this good diet. I made plenty of exceptions, especially when I ate out.

I am not good at estimating portions or paying attention to when I am full. This is where Weight Watchers comes in. (I do it online; I hate those meetings with testimonials and cheers for every half pound.) It introduces mathematical certainty to portion control and food choice. You can make exceptions to healthy choices but they take your point quota down fast. With a little forethought and calculation you can indulge in anything you want. But it is safer to stay with really healthful food.

I was shocked to discover how much I had been overeating—and, on the positive side, how happily I could survive on much less. Hunger has not been a problem.

I do not want to sound like a commercial for Weight Watchers. I enjoy “tracking” in a peculiar way. This may be a drag for others. I find, as I did years ago, that the program is, if anything, too lenient. I would never lose weight if I ate all my bonus points or exercise points. I have to stay close to the minimum daily allowance. And I may have to track points the rest of my life (sigh) because when I stopped, I regained the weight and more.

There is something more involved in all this, however; something at the intersection of spirit and body. I will explore it in another post.

Breaking 160

Last week, as the nation dipped below the symbolic 8% unemployment threshold, I crossed my own longtime statistical barrier, the 160 line.

My body has repeatedly resisted that 160-pound barrier and it did this time, too. It plateaued for a week in the current weight-loss project before giving in. It is as if going below that line means becoming someone else, and the body and subconscious are telling me to think twice before I go there. 160 is where I was for my two children’s weddings. I carried my infant granddaughter around at 160: it is my grandma weight. I biked a century at 160. 160 and above is my retirement weight, my aging elder weight. I was prepared to let this weight carry me through the rest of my life.

Who will I become as I continue on this apparently successful campaign? Weight loss is less about appearance than it was in the past for me, more about health and energy. I’d gone well above 160 and was feeling it. I realized the time had come to do something about it.

Already I have a lot more energy than I did a month ago. That begs the question, what can I do with all this energy? I can’t just slack off, sit back, and laze through my retirement years. I’m going to have to start acting like a younger person. This is not an unqualified bonus. With energy comes responsibility as well as possibility. The excuses fall away. I can no longer give the evenings over to TV and reading simply because I am tired. I am not so tired any more.

I don’t think the answer is to program more activities into my life. That is the mode of a younger person who isn’t aware of her energy supply—you just feel like doing things and so you do. I am aware that energy is a great gift because I have been without it. I am aware that health is a great gift because I went through my own health crisis a year ago. So I am looking for worthy ways to spend these precious commodities.

My current diet, the Weight Watchers daily point system, is a metaphor for that. You can eat anything you want but if you eat junk you have to sacrifice good food in order to stay within your points quota. The system is rigged toward healthy food. You quickly discover that junk points are far less satisfying than real-food points. Junk points take you way over the quota before they satisfy your appetite and then you feel bad afterward, physically and emotionally. You want to spend those points wisely, on food that tastes good, is good for you, and makes you feel good after you eat it. Faced with a tempting carby-fatty snack you ask yourself, is it worth spending points on that? Maybe it is, for a bite or two, and then you find it isn’t as satisfying as you imagined.

I am considering what to do with a slimmer body, how to spend these bonus energy points. I shall have to behave a little differently, dress a little differently, plan my days and projects more expansively. I am enjoying the changes already happening and looking forward to more. My body is telling me, you won’t be the same.

Best of February 2011–September 2012

This is a reference post. Here are links in primary categories to posts I wrote at my old address, where it was impossible to assign categories. For future reference links to this post will appear in each category of the top menu bar.

Congo

Congo Cloth Connection Apr 2011

Congo Cloth Connecting July 2011

Congo stories January 2012

Congo wardrobe February 2012

Countdown to Kinshasa April 2012

Kin Day 1–Les Théologiennes May 2012

Kin Day 2–Shopping May 2012

Kin day 4—a funeral May 2012

Kin day 5—a church service May 2012

Kin day 9–Getting by May 2012

Kin day 10–food May 2012

Kinshasa–the day after May 2012

An environmentalist in Kinshasa May 2012

Finding Jesus in Congo May 2012

Rev. Mimi needs a ticket June 2012

Going back to Congo June 2012

Congo mules June 2012

A metaphorical injury August 2012

What matters and what doesn’t  August 2012

Luxuries and necessities September

You had to be there for the music September 2012

The ordination of Mimi Kanku September 2012

Cutting into the cloth September 2012

Current events

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Fukushima March 2011

Fukushima forever March 2011

Dreams

When animals show up in dreams, pay attention Feb 2011

Asking for dreams Feb 2011

War dreams May 2011

A game of dreams June 2011

Dream retreat May 2011

Later that day May 2011

Dream adventures January 2012

Family life

A string bean and a glass of water July 2011

Oh Imperfect Love February 2012

Emotional sustainability March 2012

Making maple syrup February 2012

A memory day May 2012

10 things to do before 8 on a Sunday morning June 2012

Seventh Heaven June 2012

Interlude with a two-year-old August 2012

Health/fitness

First bike ride April 2011

Biker chick August 2011

Lessons on wheels September 2011

Century plus September 2011

Health/food

How to make a meal out of nothing Mar 2011

A low-sadness diet Mar 2011

Saved by kale September 2011

Kale massage December 2011

The no-burp diet November 2011

A fossil fuel diet November 2011

Making maple syrup February 2012

Eating nettles April 2012

Juicing up a new practice September 2012

Feeling fat in Japan September 2012

Health/healing

How I almost died in yoga class December 2011

What happened next December 2011

Antiphospholipid syndrome December 2011

My energy healing January 2012

My Feldenkrais healing January 2012

Spirituality

What is practical mysticism February 2011

What I’m chain-reading February 2011

Think small Feb 2011

Dusting and blessing March 2011

Conversion June 2011

Politics in the beloved community July 2011

Falling in love with theology October 2011

Jesus October 2011

Community October 2011

Sister Tree January 2012

What I see with my eyes shut February 2012

Liminal time and Real Church March 2012

Finding Jesus in Congo May 2012

At peace with one’s nature August 2012