Happy Wednesday! It’s Wednesday, don’cha know? What? What’s this about Friday??
Okay, so it’s Wednesday on a Friday. Mrs. G. will understand.
I’ve spent a few weeks mulling over the situation, and this week it all came to a head: either get serious with the diet and exercise, or give up. It was beginning to look like giving up. Because seriously? I’m not running a 5K in the next 3 years anytime soon. I think my feet and knees are twice as old as the rest of me and they can barely take care of themselves, let alone the extra weight I ask them to bear.
This morning I went to the gym for the first time in weeks. I ended up doing a lot of stretching – the muscles were pretty tight – and of course I worked out some, too. I’m sure it made zero difference to my belly or backside. I came home, ate a bowl of healthy oatmeal and sipped some green tea. Then I burst into tears confessed to my dh how very frustrated I am about my weight. Frankly, as petrified as I am of much as I don’t like surgery, I’m about ready to beg for it.
Luckily, SuperDad is also a super husband. He let me cry it out vent and come to a decision on my own: TODAY – NOW – I am starting a new eating plan. I don’t say diet. Diet is just ‘die’ with a ‘t’ on the end. Diet also connotates something that has a beginning and an end. Thus, I have begun a new eating plan.
I’ll be the first to admit I am not easy to work with when it comes to food. I resist anything difficult and I often resist anything new (unless it has to do with chocolate). Weight Watchers? UGH!! All that adding up of points or writing things down, not to mention having to weigh-in at a meeting. The best luck -call it success if you want- that I have had was when I followed Atkins. This was back in the spring/summer of 2003 when I actually lost 32 pounds without feeling too deprived (now there’s a minor miracle). I also learned I am a total sugar addict. There’s the rub: I am an addict. I started having a bit of sugar here, a bit of sugar there. A slice of bread. A piece of cake. Pretty soon I was back to mainlining the stuff. Sweet!
I was so much more energetic when I wasn’t consuming sugar (once I got through the withdrawal headaches). Lately, I’ve been falling asleep every afternoon… although that could also be related to lack of sleep… sleep… Zzzzzz….
Anyhoo, I’m not going to be counting calories. I’m not going to be writing down every nibble of food or drink that passes my lips. I am going to be eating plenty of vegetables, drinking lots of water, consuming proteins, and limiting my “breads and grains” to old fashioned oatmeal. I know it’s going to be tough.My German heritage makes me a sucker for bread, potatoes, and beer. Ich liebe die Kartoffeln. But something’s gotta give, and I really need want it to be the fat that gives up and goes away.