A New Six Week Start
Friday, April 17, 2015
4-17-15 Day Two
Yesterday I finally did it. I put together a perfect day. I went out to eat at a new restaurant where they had all kinds of yummies. I had a salad.: a giNORmous salad….and was satisfied. While a friend was driving me to the pharmacy, DH texted me that he had a piece of pizza with my name on it. OOOOhh boy. That one was tough. I wanted that pizza for dinner. Instead I had zucchini soup and the remains of a bowl of “pudding” made with almond paste (left over from making almond milk) and avocado and cocoa and dates. Probably pretty high in calories….but it kept me away from the pizza. I was satisfied. In the night last night I had a small bowl of Eric’s cereal. Which is not perfect, but considering how much I often eat at night, it wasn’t horrible.
Today I might go to the Forklift (our favorite cafe) with the kids. What should I have? A yogurt parfait? No. That’s dairy. Veggie hash without the cheese? It’s cooked in oil…but that may be my only choice. Whole wheat waffle with fruit on it? Maybe. Salad? Maybe I will just make a smoothie here at home for my breakfast and then have a pot of tea there.
This morning I weighed myself. Yesterday I weighed 215. Today: 213. YAY!!! I know some of that is water. I urinated twice yesterday when I wondered if I was ever going to stop peeing.
I got two bunches of beets which I boiled and skinned and then pickled (all but two of the beets. Those two I’m saving to shred on my salads.) I ate some of the pickled beets yesterday. I thought they would be more crisp than they were but they were still yummy. The big jar had a bit more than a quarter cup of sugar and a quarter tsp of salt, but it was a huge jar so a serving would have very little sugar.
NOTHING TASTES AS GOOD AS DILIGENCE FEELS. It’s time to stop feeding on failure.
I have been preaching Eat to Live for months, yet have failed to live it ever since I quit following after my 30 lb loss over a year ago. I cannot stop at any point in the journey and QUIT because the day that I do that, I will begin to regress and will regain all the weight I had lost. I need to work it into my brain that this method of eating is a life time commitment. It is to pursue my health, and that pursuit does not stop when you meet your weight goal. The thing is—I’m not sure how much I desire a healthy body. What would that mean?
1) A reduction in pain
2) Possibly driving again
3) Being able to exercise
4) Being able to work again.
5) Being able to clean my own house again.
Why are those things so terrifying to me? They are not unpleasant things really (providing I had a job I liked) . They scare me because I am judging my ability to carry them out by this sick, painful body of mine. I cannot separate pain and work in my mind. An increase in work equals an increase in pain. Pain has brainwashed me and convinced me that I will never again be able to trust my body to accomplish anything physical. And maybe that is true. Maybe I will look good, but still have too much pain to do much else. It may be enough to look better and to be able to do some exercises (provided my asthma has also improved). I am bound to feel somewhat better at least. Maybe better enough to get off of these danged steroids.
I figure, based on my results the last time I did the six week program, that I will be able to lose 24 pounds in the next six weeks. That exceeds SparkPeople's dictum of "2 pounds max a week"....but Dr Fuhrman says normal weightloss in the first six weeks is 20-30lbs. So I made a goal of the 24 lbs...I'M GOING TO MEET AND BEAT THAT GOAL!!