Start: 191.0
Day 1 - I'm teary-eyed. Honestly, I didn't believe that I'd be under 200 again. And this morning? 191. In that magical world of "If Only"...I had this dream of showing up to the party next week at 190. And look at that number! Even if we go up and down a little this week...even if I only lose ONE pound this week, that number will be a reality...course, I won't be home...and I wasn't planning on weighing myself while gone, don't want to get frustrated when someone else's scale has a different number...but now...I'm debating that decision...I may get on scales just to keep track of what's going on. There should be a scale in the exercise room at the hotel? Don't know. We shall see. Yesterday I didn't feel so good. But then, with that number, I don't expect my physical self to be on top. So, I will focus more on getting food into my body every two to three hours...since getting bored with food probably isn't a good place for me to be. Maybe I'll get some of those ensure things for while we're on the road...don't know...I'll check out the label. Anyway. One Hundred and Ninety-One Frickin' Pounds! I'm blown away. I may cry. I shall consider myself chunky for my birthday instead of stinkin' fat. What a good present to give myself. Clothes that look good on me. I'm getting there.
Day 2 - Traveling...for dinner, I felt like a normal person. There was an entree that sounded pretty safe, except for the ranch salsa...so I rather enjoyed dinner. It was grilled chicken with mexican spices and a chopped salad of sorts. Although, I realized that I had basically the same thing for lunch, hot grilled chicken on top of a salad. Started not feeling too great...I think my tooth is giving out... Went to the exercise room and did walking up a hill on the treadmill..while discussing marriage ideas with my daughter. She asked if I wanted one of her sandwiches...I said, I'm not doing bread. She gulped and said, whoops. While driving around with another daughter, she got teary eyed and told me she was very proud of me because she couldn't do this and she knows it's difficult for me (no bread? impossible...that's one of the great loves of my life. as is sugar). It was nice to be told that she's proud of me...because I know she means it. She says there's less of my face. I pulled my loose t-shirt against me me..she gaped..that was a cool moment. I'm at an awkward clothes size stage. There are far worse things! Yeah!
Day 3 - This morning, I just felt crappy...still do. I fixed my Dukan breakfast in our hotel room...bless the microwave. For lunch, we went out with the girls. I had pork chops and poached eggs...figured that poached eggs are safe, they're cooked in water and not grease. After lunch, my head was just pounding and I think I have a head cold or sinus infection. Got some medicine from the store...thought...wait, maybe my tooth isn't giving out, maybe it's the pressure from my head that's messing with it. I sure hope that's what's going on. And being in populated areas makes for the Dukan Diet a bit more difficult. More temptations abound. But, I'm holding my own. Have my yogurt in the fridge...had packettes of tuna and pink salmon...need to get some more for emergencies...have my stockpile of "fake cookies" in the little freezer. Took some nighttime sinus meds...hopefully, I'll sleep better tonight. Hopefully, that's what's bothering my tooth.
Day 4 - While eating my dinner tonight, here in the hotel room, my husband told me he was proud of me for sticking with this. I will not say that I'm not tempted, because I sure am. But at this point, it would be sad to throw it all in for naught. I was watching this lady being interviewed on tv this morning while he was in the doctor's office..she used to weigh 270 pounds and "lost" 130 pounds. She doesn't like using the word "lost" because she never wants to find them again. They asked what made her make the decision to start losing weight. She said it wasn't any one thing. I completely agree. She said it is a continuous decision also. Day by day. I thought...sometimes, minute by minute. I cannot eat the way I used to and have a healthy body. I cannot eat the way I used to and be mentally strong, I just can't. Today, I put on my new lime green t-shirt. It's a XL. I felt like a normal person...not a fat person. I ran into one of my best friend's (and crush from high school) parents. Oh, so good to see them...I just adore them. And his dad looked at me and gave me the once over...not in a creepy way...in a fatherly way of seeing if all was well with the past years...and then he said, "You look good." That made me feel good. I'm just happy that I've lost weight before running into them. And the hubby actually said he liked this shirt on me. He never says anything like that. Marriage weight here I come. And then hang onto your seats folks, because dating weight will become a reality. Traveling and sticking to this isn't the easiest thing, this weekend will be a test, but I can do this. I can do Dukan.
Day 5 - Sometimes, food is tricky. Sometimes, it's easier than other times.
Day 6 - Decided to have a protein day again today. So that tomorrow (my birthday) will be a PV day...and so Saturday will be a PV day also (the big anniversary party). Just seems easier that way. Also...stepped on my sister-in-law's scale again today...perhaps a mistake to get on it, because I know they're not the same, but figured that it'd at least be a measuring point for while I'm here...the number went down a little, that's good.
Day 7 - Had an awesome day today. Got bored with food about mid-day so drank one of my emergency Atkin protein drinks. Dinner, had a lettuce wrapped hamburger instead of bun. Was told, have the bun, it's your birthday! Shaking of head here...I can't play with bread. I did have a cupcake. First sugar in over a month. Took me more than an hour to take the first bite. Didn't know if I really should or not. Ended up doing it. I'm okay. It was good, but I'm not jumping back into the sugar/flour zone. I have a goal in sight. Dr. Dukan gave me the word: Perseverance. I'm not giving up. I am looking forward to getting back to my own scale next week. I don't want to have gained weight. Need to make sure I get my exercise in even though the next few days will be crazy. Don't like leaving the numbers blank below, but...it'll be okay. Good birthday. I may be chunky, but I no longer feel FAT. Just little letters fat...that's much better than where I was five weeks ago. Pants go on easily...they're not snug. Almost ready to go down a real size. Feeling good.
Official weigh in from the end of my fourth week in the Cruise Phase:
Week four weight loss:
Total weight loss:
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