Thursday, April 11, 2019

Weight: 143.0
Macros: Cals - 1,229, Carbs - 106, Fat - 27, Protein - 123, Fiber - 25
Sleep: 5 hours
Veggie/Fruit Servings: 9
Water glasses: 8
Exercise: 11,500 steps
Meditation: Yes

Day 7 at 143 pounds. Interestingly, I'm not discouraged by this plateau, but just glad to have lost 7 pounds so far.

Yesterday I added many more veggies in the form of a big salad at lunchtime (arugula, spinach, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, spicy black bean "burger" patty) and an apple snack. It felt great to eat so much crunchy food. I've missed veggies. :) More salads are on the menu for today!

The foods I'm NOT eating right now, in addition to sugar are bread, cheese, and yogurt -- all of which are more calorie- and carb-dense foods than I need now. Not especially earth-shaking news, but worth noting.

Unfortunately, I woke up just before 2:00 a.m. this morning and could not get back to sleep. I hope that doesn't continue.

After a week and a half of resting up, my daily schedule is filling out with doctor's appointments, spring farm chores, catching up post-NOLA with friends near and far, and Ozarkian social activities, which are considerably less demanding than NOLA ones. I'm looking forward to my therapist appointment next week - the first one since December.

Just a few minutes ago I submitted a membership request to the Missouri Writers Guild so I can attend their writers conference in May in Cape Girardeau. I want to fuel my creative writing, and it's usually a good thing to hang out with other writers. What I'd most like to do is join an Iowa Writers Workshop, but that will have to wait until next summer. Boy, the calendar sure whizzes by when you're 73!

This week's theme/mantra: "I take good care of myself."

Calories 961, STILL afraid to weigh. No wine, very low carbs, essentially on plan, and some clothes fit better, but some are still uncomfortable. I'm afraid weighing will still discourage me this early in my food "recovery".

Are you getting snow today? We have a friend flying to Iowa this morning and hoping they get home before it.

We had a fun lunch with some of our remaining walking friends yesterday and poked around some stores afterwards. I restrained myself from buying anything as I don't need anything (want always being different).

Today we are going to Bradenton to a great restaurant on the water to meet friends from home for lunch. I hope DH does okay as he is nearing the end of his ability to eat out I think.

Have a together Thursday!

No snow here in Southern Missouri. I tried mowing this morning, but had a flat tire on the big mower. So now I get to read! :)

Good morning, from snowbound Minneapolis. We apparently do spring differently here than other places. School is closed again!

My husband just came in the bedroom to tell me his weight is down, despite replacing several meals with birthday cake. There are no words.

My weight keeps slowly creeping up as I review what can I possibly be eating to cause this. I did have some ****tails on vacation, the kind that come with little umbrellas and lots of calories, but that is definitely a time limited activity. I get a little terrified that I am going to continue adding another 10 pounds every year... I am following the efforts of everyone to deal with regain and hopefully learn some more strategies.

Feeling better this morning, and now I have a whole unexpected day off. I might tackle one of the books I bought for vacation but didn't have time to read.

1. Within Range: one pound over
2. General Wellbeing: 8 on SS
3. 10,000+ Steps: 8804
4. Fitness: walking
5. Self-Care: rotating and weeding clothes
6. Play/Leisure: playing with dogs
7. Intentions: Seek balance & relax, rejuvenate, & recalibrate !!

Some quality bathroom time and upped water consumption seem to have helped. DD, to me, there are no words for your prolonged snowy weather. In solidarity I have rotated my winter and summer clothes and come to the conclusion that I have WAY too many of each. For the first time in my entire life, I have been the same size for four consecutive years. I have slowly weeded out all of the one and two sizes above stuff but the habit of buying new clothes every season never ended. Today, I did purge #1, in anticipation of downsizing to move. The Salvation Army will love it, as working with a consignment shop will just increase the likelihood that I'll....buy more clothes.

Cecily, I think it was you who mentioned that when your weight is cooperating and your clothes feel right, all seems right with the world. I've got to work on ways to capture that mojo when the scales and clothes remind me of what I perceive to be failures or shortcomings.

Diane, I'm with you on going to a much smaller wardrobe. In January I went to NOLA with two weeks of clothes, thinking I'd be back soon for eye surgery. NOT! And then I survived for three months on MOSTLY those two weeks' worth of clothes, although I did buy a few pieces of everyday things at consignment shops.

For the next few months I'm going to hang everything I actually wear on one side of the closet to see exactly what I'm really wearing (and not wearing) these days.

What a smart way to analyze what to keep! I'll have to try that.

Organizing clothes might also be a good activity today. I may never get over the option to have lots and lots of clothes. I remember too well the days of clothes famine, when I carefully repaired and preserved any article of clothing that fit and I remotely liked. Surprisingly my plus sized wardrobe was mostly purchased in Florida. I had a theory that no matter what size, in Florida you were going to look good for Church or other outings, so the stores had a much nicer selection than Minnesota, where apparently plus sized women didn't deserve nice clothes. Now clothes shopping is a never ending buffet. I'm fine with bringing clothes to a consignment shop or donating, but I'm still going to buy more. :) The one issue I wrestle with is the ethics of consuming "fast fashion" and the people who are being exploited to produce these clothes. I need to learn more how to buy things that are made in a fair method. I can pay more for clothing lines that treat their people better.

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Curious how my weight will turn out at the ob tomorrow. Especially considering how bizarrely their scales have over and under weighed. I guess the good news is I am putting less and less emotions into it.

Clothing famine--what a true concept. I love clothes. Almost to a fault now. I don't know that my desire to shop and buy can ever be satisfied. I spent wayyyyy too many years hating to shop, relegated to the small plus size rack. No one wants to shop at Lane Bryant when they're 19. This time of year, for example, I think of all the beautiful Easter dresses. And how I'm sure my mother wanted to take me shopping for them, and wanted it to be enjoyable. And sadly it never really was. I felt so inferior. Every. Time. Even as a young child. Maybe it's messed up but I guess the clothes make me feel a little more whole and deserving. Gosh I hope Becca never experiences the weight thing. Especially as a child. Nobody is meaner than a child. Honest to gosh. I guess it all made me who I was and who I am and I'm pretty happy with that now. Maybe it sheltered me from the other mean things that adolescents do. "Fatty" is a cheap shot. Maybe that was better than the buffet of alternatives they could choose from.

Sometimes I forget how bad it was. Wowza. Ziiiing.

Becca has been sick this week. Worst timing ever. I convince my parents to take a vacation (if you can even call it that--they just went to see my uncle in Phoenix) and our phones go down at the office, Becca is sick and I have ot leave, and we get a new case. Awesome. Becca is so whiney and that has been stressing DH out. And of course my parents wish they'd never left. But today she's back at daycare and fingers crossed she stays there.

All this upheaval has made it hard to eat at home, much less enjoy the eating. I think I need to get comfortable with crazy!! Don't see that changing any time soon.

A rebellion is brewing in the Minneapolis metro area. Through social media and even man on the street interviews on local news, a cry rises up : I'm not shoveling this! I'm driving on top! Any winter state dweller knows this is heresy, you do not pack down fresh snow by driving on it and thus making it harder to remove later. But we've lost our religion, and like the folks on Network, we're as mad as hell, and we're not going to take it anymore!! Good grief what's next? Will we be outwardly aggressive instead of just passive aggressive? Will we start calling it casserole instead of hot dish? Soda instead of pop? The Times, they are a changin.