Wednesday, April 27th, 2015

I also believe that building those habits creates automaticity in our choices when faced with foods that don't support our weight goals. Example: I stopped eating sandwiches post op. This became a habit over time and now 4+ years later sandwiches aren't even an option for me. I'd feel weird eating a sandwich or burger with the bread or bun. That's not to say I don't eat what's between the bread, because I do. I simply don't eat the bread. It's a carb that has become unappealing. I enjoy spending carbs in so many other ways! 

This reminds me of when my daughter was learning to read. She started by looking at and sounding out each letter. It took time for her to recognize words. But when she did, she was able to achieve MEANING by stringing words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, paragraphs into chapters, etc. The more 'familiar' she became, the easier the habit became, which created the conditions for deeper understanding. Just like us with our new food related habits. 

192.  I weighed myself before bed last night and the scale read 195.  That was SCARY!  I told my son that we will not be snacking at all after dinner anymore, because that's where my weight is being gained.  I told him I will stop and pick up some Wawa or DD decaf coffee as our dessert.  I think we both enjoy that more than sweets or snacks anyway.  Off for my walk.

Devon had a terrible, horrible, no good night! I'm guessing about 4 hours total sleep, if I'm generous. Puppies are moving tonight, no matter what it takes to get it done. I had hoped to make the move on Saturday, but I can't wait that long. Means a trip to Home Depot after a long day, but the sleep will be worth it. 

I am back to a happier number! There is a 1 in the hundreds place. 199.3

After some thought, while I have enjoyed and felt comfortable being in the upper mid range of the 190s I realize these feelings coupled with my disordered eating of late (you know, my compulsion for sugar in the form of baked goods, chocolate and ice cream-ish foods) have kept me in a place of dissatisfied tolerance. 

I thought about this last night. I want to say that weight above 190.0 is intolerable, but that is not true. What I truly cannot tolerate is being over 195.0. I absolutely must get solidly below that number. End. Of. Subject! 

Kids are testing. I'm bored out of my mind because I'm stuck in a testing room with no work. Thankfully, I'm allowed my phone! We have a hike planned for later, but a thunder storm is predicted for the afternoon. Hoping we get back before it hits. 

Wonderful Wednesday all! 

What an interesting phrase "dissatisfied tolerance"

When I first thought about speak of tolerance on here, I was thinking it must mean that we're okay/happy with where we are if we're tolerating it, right??  I mean because people don't tolerate things they don't.  But I think your phrase just confirmed something I've felt.  How many times and in how many areas of our lives do we just accept things the way they are not because we're happy or even okay with them.  Just because it is.  And enough's enough!  I'm in the same place thinking "well maybe the 160s should be okay, right?!"  I mean I look pretty good, I feel pretty good.  But no I don't.  Emotionally I know it's not enough for me.  I have this general feeling of disappointment about my weight.  Today is not the day that I tolerate 160s any longer.

I was struck by 'dissatisfied tolerance' too. Maybe the two words actually mean the same thing? Could tolerating be a state of dissatisfaction that does not include action to change the situation?  

Tolerate: to allow the existence, presence, practice, or act of without prohibition or hindrance; permit.

second definition is synonymous with "put up with" with which I think most people associate the word. 

I was thinking in terms of the primary definition.

(OMG I sound like a teacher, don't I???) 

Hi skinny Earthlings;

I have nothing profound to say about weight maintenance today except that I am now down to 130 and looking forward to the 120's. 

Still engaged in the battle over getting care for my mother. She has been approved for hospice care and cranky roommate does not want it.  

Pouring rain and the house is a wreck.   Hope you all are having good days.  diane s

Hang in there Diane. This will be settled soon

I think it is time for me to take a break from posting on this forum.  This was supposed to be for support, but I feel like "therapy" is being wielded at me like a weapon.  I don't feel like I can win for losing.  If I eat carbs and gain weight that is bad.  But if I cut back and lose weight apparently there is still something bad.  It is difficult dieting and dealing with maintenance and social pressures and everything on my own.  I was hoping to receive empathy but recently feel like I am having to justify every last thing I do.  And the funny thing is, I feel like I am still a pretty good success.  

If anyone might think I am the source of the toxicity, I am sure this will turn out to be a solution to that problem as well.  I wish you all success.  I know your struggle, I feel your struggle.  And I celebrate in your victories.