Friday, March 30, 2012

Day 13 Operation Waistline Deadline

196.9 lbs
15.1 lbs trounced
84.1 to knock out
142 days to go

And I've come too far to take orders from food! So, while I still have the occasional craving for a few cookies, I make a plan and I call in reinforcements. In my case, yesterday, I was craving Oreo cookies in ice cream with hot fudge. All day it plagued me. So, come afternoon, I shanghai'd my mother and to Andy's Frozen Custard we went. I got a small Oreo cookie jackhammer with hot fudge down the middle. I ate the whole thing. But! Instead of eating an entire tub of ice cream and a jar of hot fudge, I set a limit and got the smallest serving of the most satisfying option I know of. It worked too. I'd planned ahead, leaving room in my caloric intake, at 400, by working out longer and at a higher intensity as well as limiting my other meals and snacks throughout the day.
After all, a sacrifice is trading up something good for something better. So the reverse must be true: a reward is allowing something better after sacrificing :)
I still lost weight today, not quite a whole pound, but a half pound has me all but dancing on the ceiling like Bert and his uncle from Mary Poppins :P

I'm unashamed to say and discuss that I meet with a psychologist every other week. I met with her, Bobbi, yesterday. She looks just like Gwyneth Paltrow's mother and has an über hip personality like a much younger woman. The best thing about having all of my treatment at a catholic hospital is the freedom to discuss faith openly back and forth. It's such a relief and relaxed atmosphere as a result... Anyway, she also helps bariatric patients; so she's keenly skilled in guiding, advising and cheering me on during this particular journey. She's had invaluable advice and it was so awesome to surprise her with my 10.6 pound weight loss yesterday. Even therapists need a boost to know their efforts aren't in vain. We gabbed and gushed and giggled and got back on track :P and I have two assignments for the next two weeks:
1. Eat only in the kitchen. No food or beverage is allowed outside the kitchen, except for water. Ever.
2. Eat on very small plates with child size utensils, left-handed (to help me slow down). I bought ramekins and appetizer plates and baby sporks and spoons :P

The left-handed thing is like a Lucile Ball meets Danny Kay homage. My left arm is still 20-25% paralyzed; so I have to really focus or...ker-plOPP! Which is what happened at dinner with my Mom and brother at Yen Ching. I took my eyes off the fork for a moment and all I ate was fork. My blouse and jeans ate the teeny tiny piece of general chicken I'd stolen from my mother's plate :P Maybe that was justice; I dunno. But, this is gonna get more interesting before I get the hang of it :D My inner Pollyanna says it'll be great late-in-life therapy. Oy, SHE always wins arguments like this. Argh :)
And, I've already fitness hooped for a half hour today. I even managed to keep the thing suspended for as long! I can hardly believe it myself.
Toodles

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