Ok, I have been slacking. Last Monday I went to the doctors and never posted. I think stuff happened during the week that I wanted to talk about... never posted. I took my pictures on the 4... never posted. ENOUGH!
Here we go. I am posting. As I eat a couple of M&Ms. Yum, yum, yum.
Shall we start at the beginning? And by beginning, I mean last Monday, when I went to see my doctor. It was a good visit over all. I love this whole "honesty" thing I am doing with him. Not to say I wasn't being honest before, I just wasn't being completely honest... all the time... mostly. So he asked how I was doing and I told him it was going well. We talked about blocking and I confessed that it happens occasionally, but it is usually the result of my errors. I screw up somehow and block and puke. C'est tout. He seemed fine with it as long as I could eat and that it wasn't every meal. I assured him that it wasn't. I asked about vitamin supplements and we talked about weight and weighing in on the scale. He told me that yes, I could take supplements, but I didn't need them like someone who had had gastric by-pass surgery. As he said, they have absorption problems and MUST have supplements. He did recommend that I try to get chewable vitamins and take them twice a day. Which I must say makes sense, what with the difficulties I experience with swallowing anything larger than a... M&M. We also discussed the whole "don't look at the numbers on the scale" thing again. I think he explained it in a way that made sense to me. He said that when someone experiences rapid weight loss (and that translate to the numbers on the scale going down), that person is losing 50% fat and 50% muscle mass. You don't want to lose muscle mass - it's what speeds up weight loss.. and well, muscles. You want to loose 100% fat. And often when you achieve that, your numbers on the scale don't truly reflect the weight loss, because as everyone knows... muscle weighs more than fat. So he took my measurement around my waist and informed me that I had lost 2 inches since last month. I'll accept that.
I enjoy going and talking to him. I asked if it was ok for me to keep coming and seeing him even though I wasn't getting adjustments, and he told me absolutely! He said it was good for me to be able to talk to someone who knew what I was going through... serious. He apparently has no idea how much support is lacking or he would be doing something about it, right?
As always, he then wrapped up our little tête-à-tête with his usual question. "What about exercise"? I told him that while I was off on Friday, my friend Kelly signed me up for the "stair club". In the email she actually said that "So is Moriah, just volunteered her and she is not here today to say no." And there you have it. So I have been climbing stairs for a week now. I think I am actually going to die. Like dead. I huff and I puff, and in a weeks time I went from doing 6 flights and dying to doing 12 flights 2 a day. See what I mean? Who the fuck wants to that once a day, let alone twice a day??? These people are sick. SICK! But I still go.
Oh yeah. The last thing I wanted to say is: I am NOT on a diet people! I am not "watching what I eat" till I lose the weight and then "fall off the wagon". It's not even physically possible for me to do sucha a thing. Consequently, I have completely changed the way I eat. I am changing the way I live. This isn't an all or nothing kind of experience. I just don't have a choice. It's and "all". I don't eat hamburgers and french fries - God knows I want to, but I cant. I eat vegetables - preferably cooked. And fish. Some ground meat. The end. Every once in a while I wallow in self pity. Missing my steak and burgers and, well, bread. The smell of toast can really make me... sad? no, more like nostalgic. But this is my life now. No starches, no red meat, no "other white meat", nothing but fish, veggies and the light at the end of the tunnel when I am wallowing... frozen yogurt and chocolate. And stairs. Lots of stairs. But let's be honest, I'm gonna have a GREAT ass! I better. That's a lot of stairs.
Later!
OMG, I almost posted without publishing the pics. I want you to know I don't think they do me justice. The clothes is to big, and hides the progress. But I will let you be the judge of that. Let me know. Should I change outfits and use something that fits?
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