It's hard to be overweight.
It's hard to lose weight.
Choose your hard.
Have you heard this one? Why, oh why, do both options have to be hard?
Yes, I'm going to whine a little bit here.
I should be happy. I've lost 13 pounds since January 2. Not bad. I'm eating really good food, lots of vegetables and fruits and lean protein, with a little Greek yogurt and nuts. My meals taste delicious and look beautiful.
|A waffle made with banana, egg whites, almond milk, cinnamon, and rice protein powder. Yummy.|
But, man, I feel empty and hungry, even eating five meals a day (breakfast, lunch, dinner, and two snacks, to keep blood sugar levels stable). Especially around 9 or 10 at night. There's nothing in the house to "cheat" on, so I grumble and fix myself another cup of herbal tea. And then just go to bed, sometimes sighing and feeling sorry for myself. Oh, brother.
And get this, I had planned on losing 20 pounds, even though I knew 40 would be better. But 40 just sounds so overwhelming, such a huge mountain to scale. But, when I mentioned it to my doctor, he said, yes, 40 would be good.
Sigh. This is going to go on for a while.
Actually, it's going to go on for the rest of my life. I've told myself from the beginning that this is a lifestyle change. I'm not going to lose weight and go back to my old ways. I'm trying to "re-frame" things.
Sugar = wrinkles, aging, constipation
White flour = gluey paste in my bloodstream
Processed foods = high sodium, "dead" food
Every time I think about certain "treat" foods, I try to mentally condition myself this way. And I think of my body loving healthy foods, and all the little cells in my body happily crying out, "Yay! Look at this great food she's feeding us!"
My clothes fit better. A couple things are actually too big. My skin looks better. All kinds of good things are happening, especially since I'm also regularly exercising, too.
But this is hard. There really is no magic way to lose weight. One of the hardest is the new mindset to get used to, that this is what the rest of my life is going to look like. And I'm determined it won't seem like deprivation. I'm hoping that I will get used to eating foods that are good for me, that are health-giving, and that certain foods just won't appeal to me anymore, that I will remember that they won't make me feel good.
And yes, even so, I do enjoy an occasional lovely dessert. I can give up crackers and pretzels and ice cream and pasta and rice and bread and sour cream and mayonnaise. Forever, even. But pie or cake or a special baked good will remain on the okay-to-have-occasionally-in-small-portions list.
For Valentine's Day, I purchased a small, fancy bakery cake, just enough for two. It was delicious and satisfying. No leftover cake to tempt me the next day.
I'm getting there.
Because I tell you what. I never want to do this again.
Got any tips?