Losing weight in spite of myself.

I began this blog in February 2011 as a way to help me not quit trying to lose weight, and to learn a few things. It's been an interesting and powerful experience. It certainly confirms what I've long suspected--that although I am a genuinely happy cheery person in the main, I am NOT a happy cheery dieter. I DETEST losing weight. I resent being overweight in the first place and I am a virtuoso in the art of self-sabotage. And YET--I'm doing it! I'm fighting and kicking and EATING all the way down, but the weight is finally going down. The plan I was following in February was a half-baked one largely based on wishful thinking. I gained a little weight and decided to get real. I knew I couldn't just join weightwatchers or count calories or do any one plan and expect to be successful. I decided if I was going to bother to make the effort to lose weight I was going to throw everything I could think of at the problem. And so I do. My real "Day One" for this blog is April 1, 2011. I joined weight watchers, I joined caloriecount.com (awesome website), I read the blog losingweighteveryday.blogspot.com religiously, I keep this blog faithfully, I joined the health programs sponsored by my insurance, I use the principles from overeater's anonymous, I use my church's 12 step program as well, I subscribe--and use--Healthy Cooking Magazine.



The result of all this? Painfully slow progress (About 20 lbs in 10 months). But it IS progress and like the little engine that could I keep on trying in my rebellious way. I have no intention of quitting. This is by far the longest sustained weight loss effort I've ever made in my life. Successful I think, because for the first in my life I've done this MY way--which I've discovered, involves a lot of pizza and restaraunt food. I'm convinced this is the only way to lose weight. For me it must be MY way. For you it MUST be YOUR way. Not weight watcher's way, not your doctor's way, but YOUR way. Any plan or idea I use is only a tool.

The latest plan to lose weight my way began on Oct 29, 2013. It really is my own crazy plan. As you'll see if you read that post. I've implemented the best ideas of all sorts of eating plans and thrown out the scale. A couple of months in and I'm definitely healthier. I'm actually enjoying myself. I won't weigh until April 1, 2014, so I'll see then if this works the way I hope it will.

There is no magic weight loss bullet. But there IS a great deal of magic in the discovery of what I can happily live with (very different from what weight watchers tells me I can happily live with) and still have the body and health I want.

Good luck to all of us on this journey. It's quite a trip!







Thursday, July 28, 2011

118 ice-cream

Oooops.  Co-worker brought bear-claw ice-cream to the potluck yesterday.  Normally, I'm not huge ice-cream eater--I'm more of a warm cookie sort of person.  But I've been craving chocolate like crazy lately and this sort of ice-cream is my favorite---with loads of chunky stuff thrown in.  I had two bowlfuls.  Ooops. It was really satisfying though---at least I wasn't just eating to be eating.  Also on the bright side--my stomach wasn't particularly happy shortly afterward.  THAT's a change! Normally, a mere two bowls of ice-cream would never cause even a blip on the body register--let alone an actual stomach ache. 

The other oops was the bread---somebody brought a bag of little sourdough baguette slices.  Have I ever ranted about bread on this blog? How is American bread so popular???  Ick! Blech! It's basically bags of sliced glue. If you hold up a slice it flops over, and when you eat it it squashes and gums up.  The texture is all wrong.  This is an area where you definitley get what you pay for--cheap American bread is horrible.  Expensive American sliced bread is still horrible, but much less so.  How can Americans travel the world--go to places like FRANCE--see real bakeries and come back to wonder bread blech? 
Anyway--the little sourdough slices were little bits of heaven--I love real bread.  I ate.....I don't know...at least 12--maybe more like 20.  Happily, every one else seemed to be going for the standard cheapo white American hamburger bun.  That was easy to pass up.  But sourdough?  No way.  The ice-cream was something of an abberation for me.  But the bread---at least nobody brought cheese or sausage.  If they had, I would have been completely undone.

But, back on the wagon right away.  I walked home.  Had a very modest dinner (wasn't hungry), worked on painting Catherine's room and planned out today. 

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