Start: 186.4
Day 1 - Well, we're starting this week at 186.4. I ran into a new friend at a meeting this morning...she's diabetic, was talking about how it's hard to stay away from sugar (if memory serves correct, she's a recently diagnosed diabetic) so I shared how I've not had sugar or flour (except for that cupcake) for 7 weeks and her husband asked me if I was feeling better, I said, well...I'm getting close to the 20 pounds gone mark, so that feels good. She gave me a high five. That made me feel good. I think I need to make some sort of chart, with benchmarks as to where my numbers should be so I can get to my goal by the end of November. Then I can look at it when I'm getting discouraged. That'll help. So, if I lose the expected 1-2 pounds this week, I will be at the 20 pound mark at the end of this week. That's something! Hopefully, this stinky mood disappears soon.
* Thought tonight...how the foods that I'm missing, isn't necessarily because of cravings, I'm doing okay with cravings...except for when I smell his chocolate zinger...or when my hormones are screaming for crunchy salty chips...guess what one of my celebration meals will have in it? Anyway...back to my thought...I miss eating a mini Mounds. I miss just being able to chomp on something..but then I thought, I've been eating different. I eat every few hours to keep from being hungry and in danger zones of sabotaging myself..or, when I'm having bratty moments, I eat when I'm hungry, and I eat to not be hungry and get it over with. I haven't been eating just to eat something. Which is usually things that are bad for me. So, by the time celebration meals come along, I'll be used to not just munching on stuff. Then, once a week, I can have a meal of what I want...which, to me, includes dessert. So, that long while will get me to not having sweets often, but here and there, frequent enough to appreciate. I might just be okay! I might just be able to wear cute clothes for the rest of my life. And by "might", I mean: it's gonna happen. Plus, my daughters are proud of me and how...in any part of my reality...could I let them down and throw this all away. Nope. I'm just loving this blue book and feeling understood by this french stranger named Dr. Dukan.
* Thought tonight...how the foods that I'm missing, isn't necessarily because of cravings, I'm doing okay with cravings...except for when I smell his chocolate zinger...or when my hormones are screaming for crunchy salty chips...guess what one of my celebration meals will have in it? Anyway...back to my thought...I miss eating a mini Mounds. I miss just being able to chomp on something..but then I thought, I've been eating different. I eat every few hours to keep from being hungry and in danger zones of sabotaging myself..or, when I'm having bratty moments, I eat when I'm hungry, and I eat to not be hungry and get it over with. I haven't been eating just to eat something. Which is usually things that are bad for me. So, by the time celebration meals come along, I'll be used to not just munching on stuff. Then, once a week, I can have a meal of what I want...which, to me, includes dessert. So, that long while will get me to not having sweets often, but here and there, frequent enough to appreciate. I might just be okay! I might just be able to wear cute clothes for the rest of my life. And by "might", I mean: it's gonna happen. Plus, my daughters are proud of me and how...in any part of my reality...could I let them down and throw this all away. Nope. I'm just loving this blue book and feeling understood by this french stranger named Dr. Dukan.
Day 2 - 185.2. ... Yup...just have a silent moment there. That's almost 20 pounds there folks. And if that showed up today, then perhaps, that'll be the number that we play around with this week and end up on. That'd be great.
Day 3 - 186. I felt puffy this morning. I haven't really been using much salt in my food...but last night, I put the kosher rock salt on our steaks while they warmed to room temperature. Then I rinsed them and dried them. Apparently, that wasn't good enough. They were kind of salty. Lesson learned. I'm thinking maybe that's what had me feeling so puffy this morning. The kind of puffy when I used to travel. On a better note, at church today, one lady tapped me on the shoulder and said, "losing a lot of weight there..." That made me feel good. And then, one of the teenagers that I love was all...um...something is different here...I then told her how last summer, she made a comment that has been a huge motivator. She was confused. I said when I was giving them a ride, she was looking at the pictures on my ipod...she came to a picture from my marriage...she stared and stared and then shook her head and said, "Dang...you were hot!" She was mortified that she said that and said she was sorry for being mean. I said, no...it wasn't mean...it's been something that I've hung onto...in a good way, so thank you very much. She still felt bad. I said no...that's not how I took it. Now...to think about where I am..I am 6 pounds away from that weight right now. I'm wanting something to munch on, so I'm getting some of my fake cookies going...mostly, I'm a bit bored and that's my go-to for boredom...eating. Can't do that anymore. What a weird concept!
Day 4 - 186.2. Round and round and round she goes...where it stops, nobody knows! I don't get it. Although, I didn't exercise yesterday. Perhaps that will be my hangup unless I do something about that. So, this morning, my husband and I climbed Independence Rock. Came home and took a nap because I didn't sleep very well at all and...well, needed a nap.
Day 5 - 184.6. That felt good to see. Today is an emotional day. I made soap for the first time. Cold process. It's being all insulated up...tomorrow I uncover it and see if it turned out. Hopefully, it turned out and then we can cure them. The other thing is that it's my parents' 54th wedding anniversary. I called my dad. Read him what I posted on my blog...got all choked up. I miss my mom. She's been gone for 14 years and it's still surreal. I credit every pound lost to any metabolism that I may have inherited from her. While checking out books at the library, the lady behind me put her books on the counter right by me. At the top? The Dukan Diet. I invaded her life with: I'm in my eighth week of that right now and am down 21 pounds! She looked at me and we had a brief conversation...it was nice to be able to tell someone that the "diet" they're looking into works.
Day 6 - 184.6. Hmmm...the number is the same. That's okay. As long as it doesn't stay that way for a week. Although...as long as it doesn't go up in said week, I should be happy? There will be no exercising today. Sorry for sharing too much, but I am just cramping too much to go walking or do my T-Tapps. I'm doing good just getting around the house and taking care of things...need to go grocery shopping. That's going to sap my mental and physical energy. I'm eating today to keep from being hungry. That's it.
Day 7 - 185.2. Yup...don't get it. Maybe I didn't eat enough yesterday? But I was in serious pain. Thought I was going to pass out a few times and breathing was difficult. Feeling much better today. So, I'll watch my food and get my T-Tapps in. And hopefully, that number will go down just a little for my weigh in tomorrow morning. I'm almost off the morbidly obese BMI scale!!!
Official weigh in from the end of my seventh week in the Cruise Phase: 184.6
Week seven weight loss: 1.8
Total weight loss: 20.4
1 comment:
You are doing AMAZING!!!
You're almost to where I am, I better get a move on so we end up at the same place close together, cause I'm pretty sure you'll get there before me.
Way to go!!!
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