It’s about time for a little check-in.
On the scale.
Don’t worry.
I’m brave.
When I left the hospital with sweetheart #4 on January 12th, I weighed 211 lbs. I decided I was ready to lose weight about six weeks later on February 25th. At that time I had naturally lost some postpartum weight and I was down to 203 lbs. I’ve waited longer in the past to get down to business, but the number on the scale had stalled and I knew I wasn’t going to lose any more weight from baby magic. (I realize other people are different, but I know my body. I’m not giving advice, just telling my story.)
Today is April 15th, seven weeks later and I weigh 188 lbs, for a loss of 15 lbs on Keto. How about a high-five! 15 lbs in seven weeks! Two pounds a week. Sounds great. Except its not that simple. For three of those weeks, I didn’t lose a single pound. Three weeks in a row! Its so hard for me to stay motivated when I’m not seeing the fruits of my labors. Lucky for me, I still could. I’ve learned a thing or two in my weight loss journey through the years. This time, I remembered to measure myself at the very beginning. During my plateau, I lost FIVE INCHES from around my hips, but not one single pound. That’s a whole pants size.
How is that even possible. I have a guess. I was very sedentary in my last few months of pregnancy and experienced some deconditioning and muscle loss. I’m sure everyone has heard “muscle weighs more than fat”. Well that’s silly. A pound of muscle weighs the same as a pound of fat. It just takes up less space. I’m fairly certain that I lost some fat and simultaneously gained some muscle as I became more active. It’s glorious to be out walking in the cool spring air and far less glorious to be trudging laundry baskets up and down the stairs, but they both count towards fitness in my book.
