Yesterday was the year anniversary of losing my Jessa.
It was a hard day. I know Mel thought I was nuts because I couldn't seem to stay home. I just knew that if I stayed home I'd be eating. I KNOW I'm a stress and depressive eater. Food gives me that high that makes me feel comfort. Yesterday was definitely a french fry or mac n cheese day, but I went shopping and goofing around instead. I wanted to stay in bed and just be depressed but life moves on and things have to get done.
On the positive side, I didn't gain any weight last week - but I didn't lose any either. I guess I need to celebrate the small victory of not going the opposite way on the scale this week.
I did eventually cave and indulge in some french fries yesterday, but at least it was just a small.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Disappointment
I went to the doctor to see the nutritionist. I was disappointed.
She turned out to be a throwback from the 60's and more focused on getting me to embrace a fully organic diet rather than a "weight loss" diet or one focused on my liver issues. I was handed some supplements and a diet that I personally find impossible to follow. It's easier to say what I COULD eat (lots of fruits and veggies) than what I had to cut out (everything else). How someone can look at a 300lb woman and think she can make that many changes at one time is beyond me. Now to be honest, she did tell me to focus on one elimination each week until I'd achieved all of them, but I find that extremely difficult as well.
Instead I've decided to continue what I'm doing. I'm seeing some results with it at least. I'm fitting into jeans and shorts that I haven't been able to wear in over a year, so I know that I'm doing something right. I'm continuing to just be more aware of what I'm eating rather than doing the mindless eating that has become such a habit. I've been making sure I bring my lunch to work everyday and I feel like that has helped tremendously. It also helps that those people I eat lunch with are also trying to watch their weight. We've been holding each others' hands while the lunch hour approaches and you begin to hear the normal "where are we ordering for lunch?" conversations begin. Those are sometimes very hard to ignore.
I'm bummed that I haven't seen results when I look in the mirror. I love the fact that my pants size has changed but I'd really like to be able to look at myself in the mirror or in a picture and see some result.
I've had friends at work tell me they can see a difference but I can't see it. I guess I need to stop expecting so much and be happy with the differences I'm making. I knew this wasn't going to be a fast process. I have to embrace the process and ride it out. I know I can do it. I just need a little shake every now and then.
She turned out to be a throwback from the 60's and more focused on getting me to embrace a fully organic diet rather than a "weight loss" diet or one focused on my liver issues. I was handed some supplements and a diet that I personally find impossible to follow. It's easier to say what I COULD eat (lots of fruits and veggies) than what I had to cut out (everything else). How someone can look at a 300lb woman and think she can make that many changes at one time is beyond me. Now to be honest, she did tell me to focus on one elimination each week until I'd achieved all of them, but I find that extremely difficult as well.
Instead I've decided to continue what I'm doing. I'm seeing some results with it at least. I'm fitting into jeans and shorts that I haven't been able to wear in over a year, so I know that I'm doing something right. I'm continuing to just be more aware of what I'm eating rather than doing the mindless eating that has become such a habit. I've been making sure I bring my lunch to work everyday and I feel like that has helped tremendously. It also helps that those people I eat lunch with are also trying to watch their weight. We've been holding each others' hands while the lunch hour approaches and you begin to hear the normal "where are we ordering for lunch?" conversations begin. Those are sometimes very hard to ignore.
I'm bummed that I haven't seen results when I look in the mirror. I love the fact that my pants size has changed but I'd really like to be able to look at myself in the mirror or in a picture and see some result.
I've had friends at work tell me they can see a difference but I can't see it. I guess I need to stop expecting so much and be happy with the differences I'm making. I knew this wasn't going to be a fast process. I have to embrace the process and ride it out. I know I can do it. I just need a little shake every now and then.
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