People are asking me to write about weight loss. I feel reluctant because I don’t know how to make such a post not boring but if readers want it, then here it is.
After gestational diabetes, people often develop Type II diabetes. My doctor was very sure that I was going to develop it and kept insisting that there was no way for me not to have it (which is why she isn’t my doctor any longer.) After my hormones came back to normal and I went off the medication, my fasting blood sugar (which is the measurement you take first thing in the morning) was 110. This isn’t horribly bad, but it isn’t good either. The normal range is under 100. And the only way to bring it down significantly is by losing weight.
I’m passionately opposed to developing diabetes, so I lost weight. And here is what I discovered in the process:
Physical activity has zero connection to weight loss. Going from an inveterate couch potato to intense physical activity 5-6 times a week (swimming, spinning, fitness, cardio, weights) didn’t lead me to lose as much as an ounce. I’m not pathetic enough to convince myself that it just seems like there is no change in weight because I’m gaining muscle. That big thing that follows me around wherever I go is definitely not muscle.
The only thing that helps lose weight is to:
NOT EAT.
And I mean not eat in a way where you feel serious and constant hunger pangs.
Unfortunately, I have what in psychology is called “food trauma”, and I don’t do well with hunger. So this has been a complicated process for me. But I lost 25 lbs compared to the pre-pregnancy weight. It took me exactly 5 months. And the blood sugar started creeping down slowly. Today it was 102. I will feel content when I get it to 89, which means that there is still a long way to go.
And now the most boring post known to humanity is finally over.
P.S. If somebody is planning to recommend that I use WeightWatchers, please don’t.

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