SW: 80 kgs, lowest weight 73 kgs.

Hello everyone, so my lowest weight was 73kgs which I reached after 2 years of consistent weighing myself, calorie counting, and exercise. About 1.5 months ago my weight settled at 74.5 kgs.

Since then, we moved homes and the scale kind of got lost with the furniture during moving. I was happy with our new home which came with a pool we never had before.

So for the next 1.5 months, I decided to continue my journey without weighing myself. I felt amazing and less pressure. I swam at on average 3-4x per week for around 40 minutes to an hour and I am talking doing laps not just floating, and would easily use the treadmill for 30 minutes on average 2-3 x per week and would also lift weights 1-2x a week. My average daily steps were around 7,000-10,000.

My average caloric though intake was around 1,800 which is higher than I aimed to have.

My clothes fit better. People would tell me “I lost a lot of weight.” I felt I looked better, in pictures I seemed thinner, I was more motivated to continue working out and weighing my food/calories.

We found our weighing scale and I decided to weigh myself, expecting the numbers to fit the picture. I was shocked to see it reading 77.8kgs. I had gained nearly 7 pounds during this time.

Now I feel confused and scared. I don’t feel like the scale matches the picture but I worry if I continue this the next time I weigh myself I will be back 80kg +. But on the other hand, what if I am delusional and the scale really is accurate and I am gaining weight but can’t see it?

What should I do?

As a weight loss physician, I have discovered something interesting.

There is stigma that overweight individuals don’t want to take responsibility for their actions.

What I have found is that they don’t respond well to holding THEMSELVES accountable.

Rather, they are very responsive and inspired by SOMEONE ELSE holding them accountable.

They thrive on someone invested in them and feel a sense of obligation to them.

This is often a powerful motivator.

I’ve been losing weight for a while now. Recovering from binge eating disorder and it’s on the whole been going well. Eating was a coping mechanism for me, not healthy, and obviously something to work on.

I’m autistic. Change is not my friend. I am moving house… literally my worst trigger for both autism and BED. I’ve kept it together from mid July really when we started buying the house, all through the renovations. We move on Monday. I binged tonight. Clearly the coping mechanisms I had been going over and using weren’t enough to keep me going the whole way through.

Still, not binging the whole way is impressive for me. My hbA1C is down from 86 to 51, in 8 weeks. I’ve lost shitloads of weight. But man I feel like shit. Forgot how much binging physically hurts afterwards. Forgot how tired I feel and how sore indigestion is.

Feeling sad tonight and worried about it affecting my weight loss. Worried about my blood sugar levels. Just… meh. 😦