ZERO POUNDS.
If you've ever struggled with your weight, you know how frustrating that certain number can be. I am tired of seeing that same number, or some small variation on it, every time I check the scale. I was down about 3 pounds prior to this weekend, which was awesome, but saw the same number I saw two weeks ago this morning on the scale. I am trying not to let it get me down, so let me summarize how things are going elsewhere...
I have resigned myself to the fact that this shake product will not give me more energy like the raving reviews state. Everyone I've talked to, and every informational piece I've read online, talks about just how much energy you will have if you switch two of your meals a day to a ViSalus shake or even if you just sit in the same room as the damn shake powder. This has been the exact opposite of my experience, and I have scoured the internet looking for any bad reviews of ViSalus. They pretty much do not exist. I do not have more energy, but luckily I haven't been falling asleep every night like I did the first few nights. I do tend to feel a little "off" after drinking a shake - sort of headache-y, nauseous, and still hungry - but if I pair the shake with some other kind of snack, I feel a little better. I am concerned about the way the shakes make me feel, and have been brainstorming for weeks upon weeks (2 of them) to figure out what could be causing it.
Initially, I thought this was caused by some sort of extreme calorie deficit. This is just not the case and to say so would be lying to myself. On good days, I average between 1300-1800 calories. On bad days, I have no idea, because I refuse to track those ones.
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Oh, right. I'm supposed to be limiting my caloric intake, including burning calories with exercise, to lose weight. Well, strikes one and two, self, because I am neither limiting my caloric intake very much (I refuse to eat less than 1200 calories in a day, but this nifty calculator I found tells me I need to eat 2047.5 calories to maintain this weight, and 1800 is not atypical for me) nor am I burning calories with exercise. See, Jillian Michaels, I know this stuff, I just can't make myself do it!
Well, dear reader(s), I must be honest with you. I mean, really, lezbehonest. (Side bar, I tried to find a Jersey Shore "lezbehonest" meme, but instead I found this hilarity that made me literally LOL...)
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This problem, as I see it, is three-fold.
1. I allow myself, consciously, to slack on weekends (or the occasional weekday, like last Tuesday when there was a trivia night incident involving deep dish pizza).
2. Once I start to splurge, I just go for it all day.
3. I do not bother with the shakes on weekends (partly because they don't satisfy me and they don't keep me full for long, partly because I enjoy salty foods more, and partly because I sleep in on weekends which in my mind cuts out an entire meal but not really).
4. I have been drinking a lot on the weekends, sometimes even having two "going-out" nights in one weekend. Even when there is just one of those nights, they tend to be pretty crazy and involve lots of sugary drinks and snacky foods (imagine the LMFAO/Lil' Jon song "Shots" playing through my head basically for 3 days straight - that has been my weekend lately).
5. Being healthy/drinking a shake when hungover is no fun.
6. I haven't lost any weight, and my clothes don't fit better, so why would I even bother when bloody mary's and chips are SO MUCH TASTIER than being skinny?
7. That saying is wrong, lots of things taste better than skinny feels, and anyone who says that is a liar.
8. I could go on, but I said the problem was three-fold and having it be seven-fold is just a little depressing.
I really need to be honest with you, reader(s), and with myself. I think it's pretty obvious that
I thought ViSalus would be some miracle weight cure, but news flash: it's just as hard to lose weight using the shakes as it is with any other method (last side bar, I have been dreaming about Weight Watchers lately and on the way to Starbucks for my 130 calorie espresso Frappuccino light, I even thought, "hey, there goes 3 points for today"...RIP Weight Watchers membership). I need to just get serious, start working out, stop allowing myself to splurge every other day, and just get my ish together.
This post really took a different slash more depressing turn than I was expecting, but it feels kind of good to be honest; not necessarily lezbehonest, but just plain old honest. I'm going to go chug a chocolate shake now and daydream about my sensible, home-cooked, non-splurge-y dinner...
Love & blue cheese/bacon wedge salads (yes, that actually happened last night),
Molly
