February 14, 2020

The dreaded plateau

It's raining and it's Friday. Wan Chai, Hong Kong - February 14, 2020
Losing weight is confusing—for, like, a million reasons, but the thing that's really weirding me out lately is not having any sense of what I look like, at all. I know what the number on the scale says, I know what people I see tell me, I know what the size label on my new clothes say, and I know what my trainer tells me (he's the only person who tells me the truth, I think—or, at least, I like to tell myself that I'm paying him to tell me the truth about how I look like shit first thing in the mornings). All these things are confusing and different—the number on the scale is a number I haven't seen in years, people I know tell me I've lost tons of weight, for the first time in recent memory I can wear smalls and mediums, and my trainer says I still have some more ways to go before I reach an optimal muscle-fat ratio for maintenance.

The truth, though, is that I feel like, to me, I look exactly the same as I've always looked. Objectively, I know I'm smaller than I was seven months ago, but I still think I look exactly the same.

I guess it doesn't help that I've plateaued. I've been the same weight since November, which is frustrating, because I'm still doing all the things. My trainer suggested to me that my calorie deficit has probably changed as I've lost weight, and I probably need to cut a few calories here and there and do a bit more cardio and/or walking to kickstart the weight loss again, so that's what I'm embarking on this weekend. Let's see how this goes. How did this become a weight loss blog.