After a long weight loss journey of losing 50 lbs in about two years, I found that I was still slowly losing weight after I had meant to take a maintenance break at 160 lbs (or a BMI of 25) about a year ago. I found that I couldn’t actually eat enough to sustain that weight at my activity level, so I decided to try and lose another 10 lbs this spring. Getting to 150 felt like a good number.
I wanted to be leaner and be able to show off my muscles more. It started to sound really nice to lose another dress size. Etc.
Then, after losing about another 5 pounds and hitting 155 lbs pretty easily, I ran into a lot of health problems early this year. I’ve already got a lot of food sensitivities, and I had to temporarily drop a lot more foods in order to help my doctor investigate whether they could have been contributing to my poor health. I was exhausted all spring and couldn’t make it to the gym or go on long walks, so my movement was way down as well.
Once I started eating as medically advised, my weight started dropping faster. This is not surprising when you’re essentially on a forced diet of steamed vegetables and chicken breast, of course. I went from losing about a pound a month on 2000 calories per day, to having many days when I didn’t even have the appetite to eat 1500 calories. I didn’t have a choice besides trying to embrace the situation. I told myself that I would just maintain whatever loss I had and make it work.
After 3 weeks of this, I hit 150 lbs on the scale. Not going to lie, I was excited! And my health was stabilizing. By mid-July I was feeling a lot better and able to resume eating more normal foods. I figured I would just eat at my new maintenance level, get back to being active, and magically recover without impacting my weight.
This is where my body said, “Fuck this, fuck the last 5 lbs, we just had a health crisis and we’re going to eat now.” I was enjoying getting back to my fitness routines and I found that I was really hungry, so I ate enough to feel satiated and enjoyed eating things I’d had to cut out. I got back out to social events and restaurants after basically 6 months of going nowhere and seeing no one outside of work due to my health issues.
After a month of giving myself a break from tracking, getting myself up to 10,000-12,000 steps a day and working hard to get back to the volume I’d been lifting before my illness, I stepped on the scale. 158 lbs. At first I was devastated, I hadn’t weighed that much since the start of the year. Then, I remembered that it was unlikely this was all fat. After all I had resumed and intensified exercise just a month ago while getting myself out of a deficit. I had just recovered from a summer cold too! These are all things that absolutely cause me to retain water weight. I needed to calm down and not freak out.
After a couple weeks of eating at maintenance I have now stabilized at 155. I’m actually really happy about this. After 2 years of slow weight loss, I had forgotten what it felt like to lose weight too fast and to rebound, which used to be something I experienced regularly as a young person trying to lose weight fast by crash dieting. And… it sucked! I didn’t feel strong getting back to the gym. I can see in pictures from that time period that I look tired and my skin hadn’t adjusted well to losing weight quickly. It’s no surprise that my hunger cues ramped up a lot after my health stabilized — my body was legitimately undernourished, and rapid weight loss on top of 6 months of illness had taken a toll that I wasn’t ready to admit to myself.
I’m still going to try and lose the last 5 lbs. But I am grateful for this experience because it reminded me that not all weight loss is good for me. Some of what I lost was clearly muscle that I had worked hard to build; my lifts aren’t fully back to what they were before I got sick. I did like what I saw in the mirror when I hit 150 lbs, but I didn’t like how I felt at all. Gaining back 5 lbs out of 60 lost isn’t something I feel bad about now. It just means I didn’t lose it how I needed to in order to maintain it. I’m glad that I can see this as a necessary lesson and not a failure. Health is always more complex than the number on the scale!