So, I've mused on here for years about getting healthier and losing weight. I seldom get very far. But I've finally done a little something toward that goal -- I've lost about 27 pounds since the first of the year, by following a medically supervised low carb diet. Low carb is one of the only things that seems to work for me, because, I'm told, I'm insulin-resistance. I don't know what that means, exactly, but if a doctor says it, it must be true, right?
Low carb eating -- in case you live in a cave -- is a diet that includes lean meat & eggs, green veggies, healthy fats and small amounts of some fruit and dairy. No bread, sugar, starchy veggies, potatoes, beer, wine, chocolate, donuts, croissants, cronuts, Reese's peanut butter cups, ice cream, chips, french fries, or any of my other favorite things. Which means, it pretty much sucks. Just kidding! It's awesome! Or at least that's what I tell myself!
OK for real, it's not too bad. But lately I've been slacking off and have been in a holding pattern for about a month. Gain a pound, lose that pound, etc.etc. So in an effort to get back on track, I thought I'd remind myself of all the things that a 25 pound weight-loss has meant to me:
- I've lost about 5.5 inches in my waist. This means that many of my clothes no longer fit. however --
- I've been able to buy quite a few cute new items of clothing in a SMALLER SIZE. I'm not quite 2 sizes down, but then, my original size was often quite snug. So it probably was not my "real" size anyway (SHHH! Don't tell anyone)
- I can cross my legs comfortably. This may sound silly, unless you've ever been large enough for that not to be a possible sitting option.
- I tucked my shirt in one day, AND wore a belt, and I didn't look heinous. Although, I think my co-workers were annoyed that I was constantly telling them to LOOK! Because I was WEARING A BELT!!
- Last week, I wore a bathing suit that DID NOT have that camoflaug-y skirt thing on it. And I probably still looked scary, but, I DID NOT CARE!!!! WOO HOO!!!
- My face has lost one set of chins. It was my least favorite set, so I was glad to see them go.
- I can reach my toes with ease when I paint my toenails. I still can't see WTF I'm doing, so the polish job isn't perfect. Don't judge. Being unable to see anything close-up is NOT a by-product of being fat.
In all seriousness, I do feel better. I do look better, at least to me. I still have a long way to go, so I hope I can get over this slump. I As soon as I polish off this little stack of Reese's cups, I'm going to start thinking about my plan.
