I'm told, 1400 is my number....
Here lately I've been VERY FRUSTRATED with not losing any weight, and actually gaining some! I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to have to count my calories. I sure didn't want to get to that point, but alas, I'm there.
I called the dietitian at the bariatric center who has helped me through this whole process and talked to her about my concerns of weight gain. I admitted that I know exactly what has gotten me into this mess... snacking!!! I told her that I've come to my senses (after weeks of kidding myself and all of you!) and know I'm going to have to count every morsel that goes into my mouth.
I asked her what the lowest amount of calories I should be taking in is and she said 1400. I just knew she was going to tell me 1000 to 1200. She said that my body will never absorb all the calories I'm taking in since my innards have been re-routed, so the 1400 doesn't sound so high after all.
I know I've been setting goals for weeks... and I've been sticking to my water and exercise goals. But now is the time for me to get serious about what I eat! I don't want this 10 pound gain to turn into a 20 pound gain, etc....
Oh, I hate to count calories!!!! I thought that when I had this magical surgery, I would never have to again!!! Don't get me wrong... I am SO THANKFUL that I had the surgery and am healthier than I've been in ages. I just for once would like to have a normal BMI and maintain it for more than two weeks!!! And, for me, that means counting calories, darn-it!
Here's hoping for a good report when I check in on Friday!
Wanda