I gained seven pounds in less than a week. A chill ran down
my back when I saw those numbers on the scale.
I think I know what happened.
I was at my in-laws over the weekend and with my mom on
Sunday and I ate all my meals out. I ate too many carbs. In the past I’ve eaten
a few carbs, like pizza, and still lost weight (one slice), but as I am about
to reach the eight-month post-surgical mark, my weight loss is slowing down. I
need to be more diligent and more mindful now than ever before, particularly as
I approach the 100 lbs lost mark.
So we came home Sunday night (oh yeah—we found a place.
Well, my husband got a job and then we found a place. We’ve been here a week
and it’s a mess LOL), and went straight to the grocery store and bought foods
to eat and prepare at home. I’m currently munching on some bacon I purchased
last night. We went back to the store so that I could get the items needed to
make a low-carb cheesecake. I’ve really been jonesing for the carbs. Stress
combined with hormones is always the “fix it with food/carbs” trigger for me. I
resisted, for the most part, although I did have some carbs I shouldn’t have
thinking that it would be “OK” because I’d had them in the past (pizza crust,
bbq beans, tortilla chips with salsa).
The last two days have found me eating cleanly, nearly no
carbs (I need to get back to MyFitnessPal to track my protein, fat, and carbs,
but we have no net access here at home. UGH. Working on it.) Yesterday I got up
and weighed myself—down two pounds. This morning I got up, stepped on the scale,
down an additional three pounds. So five of the seven are gone. Hopefully in a few days I’ll
be back at 218 and then can move forward toward that 200 lb mark.
Again, this is not about appearance—because honestly, I
think I look like hell—but about health. This is about being healthy. My goal
was to be under 200 lbs. My surgeon says I should fall in the 150-175 lb category.
I think that might be too much weight, but we’ll see.
In the "old days?" I'd get on the scale, see the weight gain, and quit getting on the scale--what I didn't know ostrich head in the stand action. No longer. Now I see a gain and I kick into action. I like that better.
Oh—also? Had carb-fallout diarrhea all day yesterday. That
was fun. NOT. Today was just a normal, regular poop. If you’re a DSer, you know
how wonderful this is. Especially since it probably means I’ll only go the one
time today instead of the 15 I did yesterday while I was out going to
appointments and sucking up WiFi at Starbucks. *ahem* Not fun.
Oh, and this is strange:
For the last five years or so the thought of eating an avocado made me
wrinkle up my nose and say “yuck.” For whatever reason, over the last month or
so that taste has been coming back and I actually had some guacamole last week
at a restaurant. It was delicious. So I purchased some avocados the other night
to make my own guacamole at home. I make it kind of on the fly—lemon juice,
salt and pepper, some ranch dressing, some salsa (I like Pace), then mix it all
up. I’m also going to make some cheese “crackers”, which are made by melting
little piles of cheese in the oven until they are crisp like a cracker. You get
that crunch you crave for a cracker but it’s all protein. I love that. I hope
they’re not hard to make.
I’m going to make cheesecake now; I’ll let you know how it
turns out. If it’s any good, I’ll put up a link to the recipe.
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