Atkins = Wow!

Well, in case you hadn’t realized, I stopped posting.  I’m sure you know the reason… yeah, I fell of the wagon.  Again.  It all started innocently enough… a flirtation with a cookie.  A lunch date with a pizza.  Then it was a late night fling with a chocolate bar. 

You know the story, I’m sure.

So time went by.  My blood sugars were out of control.  My last HbA1c was 10.something too high, which is, in case you’re unaware, WAY too high.  If the toes on my right foot met with some type of calamity, they are unable to tell me due to nerve damage.

I spent May and part of June in California with my Mom, and my son flew down solo to join us for the last few weeks of June.  We had a blast!  The Kid and I took an overnight to San Francisco, rode the BART train for a few hours, one end to the other, and had fun at Pier 39. 

When I went down in May, Joe (the hubby) and The Kid started Atkins.  Now, we’d talked about Atkins a few times over the years, always shaking our heads at how people could do that diet, without veggies or fruits or bread or grains.  Yes, we were misinformed, but that seems to be the norm with this program.  Joe is a researcher at heart, so he bought the books, researched exhaustively to ensure the program is compatible with diabetes and to come up with foods that are interesting and fun.  He knows my love of fruits and carbs, and he knows this would be potentially horrible for me, but the reasoning is that weight is easy to drop quickly with this program and if we can get down to a modest goal weight, we can transition to Weight Watchers or some other maintenance program and use Atkins as a means to an that end.

Joe found that Atkins is great for diabetics as it eliminates the carbs that tend to raise the blood sugar.  My doctor said it is not good for diabetics as it can tax the already vulnerable kidneys.  So, massive water intake is a must to keep the kidney’s flushed.  She gave me her very tentative blessing as long as the animal fats are kept to a minimum, meaning stick to fish, chicken, and pork as much as possible.

The first several weeks they were on the program, Joe and The Kid cleaned out the freezer and pantries.  There was much to throw away and a huge amount was donated to the church food drive at my son’s school.  This way, there is nothing available to feed cravings in moments of weakness.  We have never done this before, so it was a radical step to throw away or give away that much food.

Joe has done great.  He has lost 55 pounds in 2 months (yeah, we have that and so much more to lose).  He is the type of person who can just shut off the craving center of his brain.  He has no cravings.  None.  He’s never been a craver of sweets or carbs.  Pizza, yes.  Burgers, yes.  The occasional steak, yes.  He has had to buy new pants and new belts, and he looks terrific!

The Kid’s goals with this program are different than ours.  Joe and I are in it for weight loss.  Period.  The Kid, while over the 99th percentile for his weight, is not grossly or morbidly obese.  He has 30 pounds or so to lose to get to the 50th percentile for his age and height.  He has a belly, which he never had until he turned 7.  For The Kid, the goal is to just slowly lose, ride the bike for a half-hour a day, and over a longer period of time, his weight will meet his height as he continues to grow.  Or, more simply, stop the weight gain until he gains height to make up the difference.

The Kid has done pretty good, though his cravings are massive, just like mine.  His “cravings toddler” is nearly as spoiled as mine, and while I have a little self-control that comes with adulthood, he does not.  However, we just had his annual checkup yesterday and he’s at the 96th percentile in his weight, so we are meeting his goal.  He is looking good.  His belly is slowly shrinking and we’ll be able to more easily find pants to fit him for school this year, which is a plus.

When The Kid joined me in California, we carbed out, knowing that when we got home, it would end for me and again for him.  We got home on a Sunday and Joe got us a pizza from our favorite place, which was really nice.  He got wings so to avoid the carb-filled pizza crust.

Then on Monday, it began.  And wow… shock to the system is a mild way to put it.

I love fruit.  I may not always have it, but I usually pick up at least 2 kinds of fruit at the store all the time.  Grapes and bananas usually and strawberries and cherries when in season.  I like the easy-to-grab-and-go fruits, but I also love oranges and watermelon.  So having a “diet” that has NO FRUITS in the first phase is very hard on me.

The first misunderstanding with Atkins is that you get no carbs.  Not true.  In the first phase, which is usually for 2 weeks, you are allowed 20 carbs.  So… I read labels more now.  You subtract sugar alcohol listed from the total carbs and that’s the net carbs.  There are carbs hiding in most every food. 

There are some foods I can have a lot of and not worry.  Celery, for example.  But carrots are not allowed in phase 1.  I can have all the lettuce and spinach I want, so big salads are my usual lunch.  I spend most of my carbs on the veggies that have limits and on cheese, salad dressing, and the Atkins foods.

For breakfast, I have a 1-egg scrambled or omlet with onions, spinach, bacon (the precooked pieces from Costco), peppers and cheese.  Every other day, I have an Atkins shake instead.  I may have coffee but I have to use real cream as the powder creamer that I love has too many carbs for the amount I usually use.   Breakfast is a hard meal for me because I’m so used to toast or bagels or some other carb.  Even on other diets, I would have cottage cheese and fruit with granola, all of which is off limits right now.

For lunch, I try to have a big salad with onions, peppers, a little bit of cheese, some type of meat (I have canned salmon or I use ham or whatever might be in the fridge).  I miss having crackers with my salad, but that’s not as hard.  I also might have leftovers from dinner the night before.  On weekends, Joe makes a tasty lunch, like Costco hotdogs split with cheese.  And we eat a lot of broccoli.

Dinner is the wild card.  Joe makes many very tasty meat-based dishes.  To replace our beloved pizza, he found a recipe for a “meatza.”  It is a ground beef  “crust” that is prebaked then topped like a regular pizza, with a small amount of sauce (counted toward the carbs) and TONS of veggies topped with mozzarella cheese.  A small slice of this creation is very filling and REALLY tasty.  We got some very tasty chicken burger patties at Costco and they are wonderful on their own or topped with cheese.

With the meat main dish, we usually have a salad or steamed broccoli.  Joe does a browned butter and mizithra cheese broccoli that is out of this world.  We have sausages (chicken or pork) and shrimp/lagostino with broccoli.  We have an older recipe for a cauliflower casserole that has pasta, but add chicken and delete the pasta and it’s just as good.

For snacks (we eat every 2 hours or so), I have celery with Laughing Cow cheese or homemade beef jerky or a handful of grape tomatoes (to equal 2 medium tomatoes) or a cheese stick or a few mini pickles or 6 large olives.  For the evening, we have some tasty Atkins bars.  I almost feel like I’m cheating if I have one of those because they DO taste like candy bars!

So… how am I doing on this program so far?  I started the 1st of July or thereabouts.  And as of Monday, August 1, I’ve lost 15 pounds.  Nowhere near the success of my husband, but there are reasons that it’s harder for me.  Of course, I’m a woman and it is and always will be harder for a woman to lose weight.  I’m on insulin, which is fat-binding and that makes it harder to lose weight.  I’m also much more sedentary than Joe.

I have cravings that are incredibly hard to ignore at times.  This is sometimes hard for Joe to understand because he literally has none.  I just had “that time” which triggers tremendous cravings for chocolate.  The Atkins bars filled that craving nicely.  I have had massive cravings for fruit, especially watermelon (it IS summer, afterall).

We haven’t added exercise yet.  Joe wanted to get under his initial goal before adding exercise so he wouldn’t have a heart attack, which I appreciate.  And me, well, I’m just lazy.  The Kid has been exercising on the bike, so that’s good.  🙂

Anyway, that’s the update.  I’ve been on this longer than my last attempt, so that’s something.  I’m just now finishing my Dark Chocolate Royale Shake.  Yum.

345/330/250 (start/current/initial goal)  Will change to final goal when I hit the initial goal.  🙂


DAY 7! Made it a WEEK!

Yes, we made it a week!  Friday last week was a test for us… both Joe and I wanted to say screw it and get fast food for lunch and/or dinner.  But we didn’t.  We managed to hold off, perhaps because neither of us wanted to leave the house, but regardless, we made it.

Joe made a homemade lasagne on Sunday and it was fantastic.  He used whole grain lasagne noodles, which to me, does make a difference in the taste, but one I can live with.  He used light ricotta, fresh spinach, and our favorite jarred sauce.  Yes, jarred sauce.  He usually makes his own sauce, but this was a rush job and required immediate saucing.  Our favorite sauce:  Classico Sausage and Peppers.  It’s rich with the teeniest bite and has big chunks of green and red peppers.  (And I’m not a fan of green peppers!)  The great thing is that because we are a family of 3, this lasagne will last for several days unless we freeze it.  We are serving a 3×3 inch square piece and we had a huge salad with it, complete with romaine, tomatoes, and shredded mozzarella with light Italian.  YUM!

We decided the other day that Joe will continue to do the grocery shopping, at least for a few more weeks, if not longer.  I’ve never been a great grocery shopper when it comes to buying from a list.  Sure, I can get what’s on the list… but I ALWAYS end up with more than I find on the list, especially snack foods.  Joe is a very disciplined grocery shopper.  RARELY does he get anything not on the list, and if he does, it’s ONE loaf of bakery bread because it was freshly baked or ONE frozen meal that looked interesting and tasty or ONE cut of meat that is on sale… you get the idea.  Me, I usually get home with 2 bags of Cheetos because we haven’t had them in awhile or 2 bags of M&Ms because they’ll look good in the cut crystal candy dish or a dozen donuts because tomorrow is Friday.  Who’s with me?

I figured out one thing about myself so far.  My appetite is a spoiled toddler.  We’ve all known someone who has a toddler who is so incredibly spoiled, the parent gives in and gives her every little tiny thing she whines for just so she will STOP MAKING NOISE!  It’s just easier to give in than to deal with the main issue… saying NO and dealing with the consequences.

My appetite is that spoiled todder.  I’ve spent DECADES giving into everything she wants.  Candy?  Sure.  Donuts?  Why not.  Cookies?  They’re fresh.  Mac and cheese?  Who doesn’t like seeing a little kid enjoying their mac and cheese?  The alternative is to listen to her whine endlessly… by way of hunger pangs, headaches, shakiness and blurred vision.  Sometimes, the hunger can be like a panic attack.  There’s this feeling that if I don’t consume exactly what that damned brat wants, I’ll pass out.  So, I’ve spent many many years spoiling her and giving here whatever she wants whenever she wants it.

And Joe has been my incredibly supportive enabler, giving in to the voracious little beast… um… brat… whenever she whines to him.  He makes such wonderful cookies and breads!  He missed his calling as a baker, quite frankly.  He’s made bagels, donuts, english muffins, cheesecakes, pumpkin spice cakes, drop cookies, chocolate this and yummy, heavenly that.  Hence, my spoiled little hunger monster claps her hands with delight and devours whatever he makes.  It’s a win-win(-win) because she gets to eat, I feel satisfied because she’s not bitching at me anymore, and he gets a happy, satisfied wife.

Right now, at 8:36 at night, 2 hours post lasagne, my little food mongrel is whining.  She wants something sweeeeeettt to end the day.  I have two choices:  We have enough grapes for my breakfast so I don’t want to eat those.  So choice #1:  I can ignore her and the teeny headache I’m developing (despite pain relievers) will throb into a monster migraine-like pain.  Or choice #2:  I can grab 2 (and ONLY 2) Stickos and make them last awhile.  It is an hour after the Plan states I can have an evening snack, but a headache will only make things that much worse to the point that I give in to my toddler and give her the entire can of Stickos.  (These are cookies that are similar to Pirouette cookies by Pepperidge Farms, except the tube part is lighter and the filling is soft.  We get them at the Asian market Uwajamaya.  4 of them is a serving, so 2 is a nice snack.)

Will she EVER grow up?  Will she ever just let me eat what I need to and not DEMAND that I give in to her childish demands to run amok in the bakery or candy store?  I wish I could just stick a sock in her ever-widening mouth so she’d at least shut up and let me get on with my life.  Perhaps someday, if I’m successful with the Plan, she will finally grow up and be satisfied with what I’ve always lovingly called “adult food.” 

I am an incredibly lucky woman, though.  I was heavy when my husband fell in love with me.  We met over the computer, pre-Web, and I sent him a picture of me.  Not only did he not disappear (like a few guys I’d met online before him had), but he actually still expressed interest in meeting me!  He is notoriously anti-photo, so when we met, all I had to go on was barrel-chested, dark hair, dark eyes, and tall.  He never led me to believe he was built or handsome; he was honest, as was I.  But when he finally did lay eyes on me, he hugged me and said, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”  <swoon>

Despite trying diets, surgery, and eating healthy, my weight has fluctuated tremendously.  But Joe has NEVER said a word other than he wants me to be healthy so we can be together for a long time.  He prefers a rounded woman with curves and flesh, so he’s quite happy with what he sees and feels.  <blush>  And I love him even more for accepting me for who and what I am, regardless how others might see me.  He’s working on adapting some of those tasty treats he makes to be whole grain (whole wheat is NOT good enough), low or no sugar, and low fat.  I know they are still not calorie-free, but at least my toddler will be satisfied with a touch of sweet occasionally that is otherwise mostly healthy.

Okay, enough of my philosophizing for one night.  I actually typed through my craving for something sweet!  Woohoo!

Off to bed.  Night!

Day 3 – How did this happen?

To paraphrase Bob and Doug McKenzie:  “And welcome to Day 3.”

So far, so good.  Same breakfast as yesterday, and last night, we had the same dinner as the night before.  Gotta love leftovers.  The kid is doing a great job… he had broccoli and half a PB&J in his lunch yesterday.  And last night, he ate half of the lasagne he was served as well as the entire salad.  Of all the carbs he loves, he’s not a fan of pasta.  Strange, that.

So I’ve been pondering the “how did I get here” question.  I’ve seen pictures of myself as a child, and I was no bigger than most kids.  I grew up in Massachusetts on an Air Force base.  There were a number of kids on our block in base housing, and most of them were my friends.  We played outside a LOT, climbing trees, playing with our Barbies and GI Joes, playing in the sandbox (when there wasn’t cat poo in it), playing tag and freeze tag.  I was quite active.  But I loved to eat.

My mom is an excellent cook.  She made homemade noodles, cobblers, and bread.  We always had dessert.  We always sampled what was cooking, tasting from the pot or bowl.  “Finish your dinner” was a standard phrase.  I can’t remember if they pulled out the “kids are starving in <3rd world nation>” or not, but it was close.  And while we were putting away leftovers, we always had those last few bites.  She also made plenty of things I didn’t like, such as liver or stuffed peppers (I don’t care what anyone says… scoop out the stuffing and it tastes like peppers!).  When she made things I didn’t like or when we had a babysitter, I’d get my favorite:  Kraft macaroni and cheese.  Yum!

When I was 10, we moved to California.  Ah, land of sunshine and fruit!  Peaches fresh off the tree!  Grapes nearly year-round!  I loved fruit… and I ate a LOT of it.  I’d have 4 peaches in a sitting… yum!  But that’s just fruit, I hear you saying.  Here is an interesting site regarding sugar in fruits: Sugar Stacks.  There is a lot of sugar in fruits.  Granted, it’s a more natural sugar than candy and there are many good things in fruits as well, but at the volume I consumed fruit and the other snacks my mom had on hand, I started to gain weight.

I was lonely.  We had moved all the way across the country.  There was no email or iPhone or internet in 1973 so I was effectively cut off from anything or anyone I had known.  I was teased at school for being a little chunky when we moved to California and it just got worse.  I made a few friends but I always felt like I was a little on the outside.  Food was my constant friend.  It didn’t tease me or say it didn’t want to go with me.  Being tested as “gifted” at age 11 didn’t help matters much either. 

Kids can be cruel.  Food is always friendly.

Exercise makes me uncomfortable.  Always has, always will.  So even as a preteen, I avoided exercise when I could.  I loved riding my bike, though I didn’t really see that as “exercise.”  It was a means of freedom.  Don’t get me wrong, I had a great home life.  I just wanted to do what I wanted to do.  Maybe it’s because I was an only child.  Maybe it’s because it was the 70s.  Or maybe it was just me wanting to spread my wings.

Dad was in the Air Force and worked quite a bit.  Mom was (and still is) a church musician and choir director, and when I was in my early teens, she was also going to school at night.  Dad joined her at night classes for awhile, leaving me alone at home.  I’d make a pot of spaghetti (at least 2 servings worth), put parmesan on it, and I’d eat that while watching TV.  And this was AFTER dinner.  I think back to that and cringe.  I was obsessed with food, with feeling satisfied, with carbs.

Carbs, carbs, carbs… I’ve rarely met a carb I didn’t instantly bond with.  Cupcakes, cookies, chips, crackers… yum.  Just saltines and ice tea, a favorite snack.  Cake, bread, doughnuts, pastries, pasta.  <sigh>  I could go on and on, but I’m sure you get the picture.  Oh, I love fruit, too… a diet of fruit and bread would be my idea of heaven.  The hell with proteins… gimme carbs!!

So I can see it goes WAY back.  I don’t remember much about my diet before the age of 10 or so.  Does that mean that food wasn’t my focus before then?  I know I ate cereal.  I told my mom when I was 3 that I didn’t need a mom because I could get my own breakfast.  Yeah, she wasn’t happy to hear that either. 

Okay, enough meandering down memory lane.  Not an entirely bad experience on the lane today, but there’s still more delving to do later.

Enjoy your day, dear reader… I’m nearly done with my breakfast and the MT plate is, indeed, empty.  C’mon people… DICTATE already!  🙂

Day 2 – Steady as we go…

So here we are in Day 2. Day 1 ended on a fairly good note. I had 4 Lorna Doone shortbread cookies while playing last night. Better than 10, right?

As we forge ahead, I’ll try to tackle my stressors… those things that cause me to want to eat without hunger. I’ll also be looking at other times that I want food but I’m not stressed. I need to figure out WHY I eat and figure out a different, more positive thing to do instead. There will always be those times when it’s okay to give in A LITTLE… 2 cookies rather than 4 or 1 piece of Dove chocolate rather than a whole bag. You get the picture. I’m worried a little about “that time of the month.” I’m a chocolate fiend for about 3 days and it’s very hard to withstand the craving. We’ll see what happens.

So here I am with my breakfast, checking out the news before I get to work (the queue is empty again… only 3 jobs yesterday!). In a huge coffee mug, I put 2/3 cup low fat cottage cheese, 1 packet of equal, a few shakes of Dean and Deluca cinnamon powder, and 2 rather small handfuls of loose granola (not the chunky kind). I mix that up nicely, then put in over a cup of grapes. The grapes are from Costco and they are HUGE, so I just topped the mug off with grapes. This is my favorite breakfast, regardless what the rest of my diet is at any given time.

What is so interesting about this particular breakfast is that when I was growing up, my mom would eat pineapple with her cottage cheese, adding a little sweetener to the cottage cheese first. I would gag when I’d see it. I mean, cottage cheese is a savory food! What’s with the sweetener!?! GROSS! Of course, I’d let her know how gross it was because the switch that tell us not to say something… well, mine is broken. But when I got older and was searching for an easy breakfast that was comprised of more than toast, I remembered my mom’s sweetened cottage cheese thing. I still don’t care for pineapple with it, but I love it with peaches, nectarines, grapes, or berries. Yum! I don’t use any citrus fruits because they seem to curdle the cottage cheese for me and apples are right out. Bananas are iffy. For me, it’s the moisture in the fruits that help make the dish.

For dinner last night, Joe made a very tasty turkey lasagne that we’d gotten from Costco. Normally, we’d eat most of it for 1 meal, but we ate the serving size indicated, along with a salad, and it was satisfying. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, which is preferred but not always the end result. For dinner tonight, we will have leftovers and a salad.

After dinner, we played and watched TV. Joe and the Kid went to bed around 8:00 p.m. which left me to my own devices. THAT’S when the food situation gets dangerous for me. I had some peanuts by my computer but all that was left equalled roughly a small handful. No problem… nice little snack. A half-hour later, I hit the Lorna Doones. Perhaps because they were there, on the computer desk, just waiting for me… yeah, I need to NOT have food available.

As for liquids, I have 2 travel cups of coffee in the morning (nursing them all morning while I work) then at lunch, I start my iced tea period. I drink iced tea the rest of the afternoon and evening from a large insulated straw cup. I love that thing because there is no moisture to drizzle down the outside and get all over everything. I use 1 Equal in the tea.

I work upstairs in a cubicle in an office room (my WoW machine is downstairs… neither the twain shall meet!). Here at my desk, I have a jar of Emerald Dry Roasted Peanuts (YUM!) and a half-dozen Nature Valley Fruit and Nut granola bars in the drawer. In a container on the desk, I have Costco dried fruit and nut mix. If I can limit myself to a handful (modest) once a day, I should be good.

Okay… enough of this for now. There is actually work in my queue. For our non-MT visitors, I’ll tackle “What is an MT and what do you do” at some point this week. Until then, just know that I work at home and I type for a living. It’s a pretty sweet and interesting gig, even if it’s not very profitable.

Have a great day!

The Plan and The Goals

Okay, so I’m going to do this thing and if I’m going to have it out there for ALL to see, I’ve got to give it a real, true go.  So, here are “da rulz” of the new life.

First, we are a family team.  If Joe, who does the cooking, doesn’t feel like it, the Kid and I will fill in and find something tasty and healthy for us to eat.  Even better is if Joe can make some things ahead for us to heat up so it’s as if he’s cooking while he’s relaxing.  It’s only going to work if we rely on each other.  The Kid won’t ask for fast food, I won’t buy chocolate, and Joe won’t give up.  These are our promises to each other.

Second, and most simply put, I’m going to eat better, eat less, and move more.  That means no fast-food breakfasts.  As easy and yummy as they are, I will have to ignore the bright lights of the tasty places on the way home from taking the Kid to school.  What I CAN do is fix a healthier version of my favorites here at home.  The PLAN would be a healthy breakfast, a snack after a few hours, a healthy lunch, a snack a few hours later, and a healthy dinner, followed by a snack before 7:30 (probably more fruit).  This way, the metabolism continues to work efficiently all day.  The most important part is to make sure the meals are reasonable and the snacks are small.

Third, we will not eat out if we’re too tired to cook.  The Hubby does the cooking but sometimes, he’s just to tired to do so.  We should probably just leave the phone number for Bellagio’s (our favorite pizza/grinder shop) off of the phone autodial.  So he will try to pre-make meals or premake a meatball or meatloaf mix and I can just make or bake it.  Salads are my specialty, so that’s not a problem.

Fourth, we will reward ourselves with tasty treats when we’ve accomplished certain milestones.  Our first will be a grinder from Bellagio’s if we can stick to our Plan for at least 1 week.  I know it’s not a good idea to reward with food, but we’ve tried other reward systems in the past and they just don’t work for us.  The deprivation of our favorite treats, with the promise of a reward of said treat in the future, is a tantalizing prospect for us.  We can always change our minds later, but for now, this will help us get through the first several months.

Fifth, and finally, we will add exercise.  In order to not become overwhelmed with changes, we will concentrate on the food changes first.  The Kid is getting PE 4 days a week so that will help with his progress initially.  Joe will add Bowflex and bike.  If he does that along with eating better, after a week he’ll be down 10 pounds.  I hate him for that but he’s a guy, what can I do.  As for me, in a few weeks, I’ll add some Richard Simmons 80s Sweatin’ DVD action.  For some reason, when HE says I can do it, I believe him!  If Jillian told me that, I’d have a very hard time believing her. 

My goals are modest.

My short-term goal is the stick to the Plan.  It’s not just a day-to-day struggle.  I work at home, with the kitchen right downstairs, it can be  hard to not seek out something soothing when some ultrafast dictation renders my brain inactive.  The solution:  Fruits and veggies.  We will make sure to have fruit on hand for those snacks.  Luckily, I love most fruits.  Veggies are good, too… just have to work them in.  I’m open to suggestions!

My medium term goal is to get healthy… and off of insulin.  I’m diabetic and was on insulin in 1993, off when I had my surgery and lost weight from 1994 to 1999 when I had gestational diabetes then back on a few years after my son was born.  In addition, there are also the supplies for testing.  I’d like to eliminate the need for the supplies and the insulin, and to do that, I must lose weight.  If the Plan goes as planned, a loss of weight is the natural result.

Finally, my long-term goal is to see my son graduate from high school and college, and if he changes his mind, get married.  If I don’t change my ways, this will not happen.  Period.

SO… there you have it.  The Plan and the Goals.

On with the show!  Can I live with an MT plate?  We shall see.

Welcome to the MT Plate!

This is Day 1.  Yup, day 1 in my new life.  I’m glad you’ve decided to join me on my journey.  Hopefully, it’s a long one.  First, a little about me.

I’m a mom.  I’m a medical transcriptionist.  I’m a gamer (WoW and DSxL).  I’m a scrapbooker.  All but one of these things is a sedentary activity.  I’ve always been overweight to some degree.  Right now, that degree is higher than I’m prepared to share.  Perhaps in a few weeks or months, I’ll post a picture, but not yet.  I’m married to a wonderful man who is also overweight (and, I must add, has NEVER complained to me about my weight AND thinks I’m as beautiful today as I was the day he met me… yeah, he’s a keeper).  And we have 1 son who is 10 years old and who, up until 2 years ago, was a skinny tall kid.  Now… well, he’s still tall.

I’ve spent tons of money on various methods of weight loss over the years and ultimately failed on all of them.  My husband and I have tried various weight loss methods together as well to varying degrees of success.  My most successful was gastric bypass surgery (Roux-en-Y gastric bypass) in December 1994.  I lost 125 pounds approximately and I felt great.  I could cross my legs!  I could walk a few miles and talk at the same time.  I could do so many things!!  I was still obese, but I was feeling better.  And feeling better leads to carelessness… and ultimately, failure.  I’ve since put back on just about every pound I lost.

That brings us to today, right now.  We are starting a new life program… starting a new way of thinking, of behaving, of eating.  We ARE NOT using the “D” word because that’s not what it’s about.  That word insinuates a temporary status that will end at some point.  What we’re looking at is changing the way we live.  It’s harder than giving up alcohol or cigarettes or drugs, quite frankly.  One can give those up successfully and never touch them again.  But one cannot give up food forever.  Well… one COULD… but one would be quite deceased.

We are not following any type of plan or program.  Ultimately, we KNOW what we need to do.  We need to take in fewer calories than we use.  Fewer calories (and BETTER calories than we’ve input recently) and more movement.  Period.  We know what foods we should and shouldn’t consume.   Joe loves to cook and has, in the past, done a great job in re-making our favorite recipes in a way that is more healthy and still tasty. 

We just have to DO it.

So… today is Day 1.  I’ve decided to share my battle with whomever wants to read about it.  If that’s no one, then fine.  If there is someone else out there who wants to join me, just leave a comment, and we can do this together.  

Next up:  The Plan and the Goals.

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