Just had my daily meeting with Frank and the results are good! Took care of the little Dorito blip from yesterday and then some -- down 2.4 lbs from yesterday (for a new low of 1.2 less than the day before). So things are going well.
Thank you for being there, dear readers, during the C--kie Crisis yesterday. (I don't even dare say the word.) Yesterday was scary, scary stuff. I have never had a craving so strong that, when I went to sleep to shake it, I actually dreamt about the object of my obsession. But yesterday is gone -- let's move on! :)
Someone described me the other day as "motivated". The thing is, I'm not really motivated at all. To me, "motivated" means you have a result in mind, and if the truth be told, I don't. I mean, I've been heavy for so long and so much of my life that I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to look like when I'm at goal. Some people say, "Oh, I just want to look like I did in high school." Well, in high school, I was wearing big shirts and stretchy pants (gotta love the 80s!) and when I finally did buy a pair of jeans, they were a size 18. I wasn't exactly fit even then.
If I have a motivation, it's that this is one thing on my "to do" list that really needs to be taken care of, just like getting my driver's licence. But believe me, when I head down to that kitchen and start playing with my measuring cups and spoons, I have absolutely no sense of motivation whatsoever. I guess I'm more "determined" -- determined that I will measure my food accurately one more time. Determined to journal it one more time. I am almost at the point where I wanted to be by the time school went back in -- doing things as automatically as a hamster running on a wheel. Hamsters don't need an end destination. I can't picture mine. I picked "145" as a number, because when I once asked a doctor what I should shoot for, he looked at my height and my frame and that's what he told me. I plugged it into a BMI calculator and it seems reasonable, so that's the number I'm going with.
I don't think I've weighed that since grade 8.
3 comments:
Think C**kies are poison, it might work.
Hey!
I just received this from a friend of mine and thought you might think it funny, unless of course it is serious in which case we are all doomed. Keep up the good work,
Heaven Sent ?
In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated
the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower, spinach, and green, yellow and
red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and
healthy lives.
Then using God's great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry's Ice
Cream and Krispy Crème Donuts. And Satan said "You want chocolate with
that?" and Man said "Yes!" and Woman said "and while you're at it add
some sprinkles." And they gained 10 pounds. And Satan smiled.
And God created the healthful yoghurt that Woman might keep the
figure that Man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour
from the wheat, and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman
went from size 6 to size 14.
So God said "Try my fresh green salad." And Satan presented
Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the
side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.
God then said "I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive
oil in which to cook them." And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and
chicken and fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man
gained more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.
God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it "Angel Cake"
and said "It is good." Satan then created chocolate cake and named it
"Devil's Food".
God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose
those extra pounds. And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so
Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman
laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.
Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming
with nutrition. And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced
the starchy centre into chips and deep-fried them. And Man gained
pounds.
God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and
still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonald's and its £1
double cheeseburger. Then said "You want fries with that?" and Man
replied "Yes! And super size them!" And Satan said "it is good." And
Man went into cardiac arrest.
God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.
Then Satan created the National Health Service in the UK (don’t know what you
Call it in the USA)
Thought for the day ..........
There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today
than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040 there should be
a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and
absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.
Makes you think doesn’t it ?
Drew!
(groan) Well, at least now I know who to blame for the Eating Machine!
(Just for the record, I'm in Canada.)
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