I had planned to take off one week from MediFast, because I was going to run out of food, and the food takes a week to reach my house. It was shipped this morning, so I will return back my to the diet tomorrow. I will have just enough food until the new stuff arrives! I am very excited for to get back I the diet, although I only have putting sand shakes left. The UPS man can't get her soon enough!
The weekend was filled with not-the-best-foods to eat, but I really couldn't care less. Dean and I were in a car crash Saturday morning, which left us too sore to cook, in all honesty. So we ate out. Saturday we ate at Olive Garden, and I got something off their fit and fair menu. Sunday we ate at the buffet again (deans request). Yes, I know it was Sunday, but you pick and choose your battles in a marriage, and I, quite frankly did not have the energy to fight a war.
I had decided not to weigh in today, but Dean convinced me other wise. Total 150. Yes, I did gain a few pounds, but there's no telling if it's from fat, or being swollen from the crash. I'm just glad that we are all alive, and well. Pounds can always go away again. However, gaining a few pounds back speaks volume of now it is important to slowly do transistion and then maintainece, I think it will be important to slowly add in all food groups, instead of all at once.
I'm sure I'll lose some pounds this week, once I revisit my friend called MediFast. And when my body resumes it's normal shape! No more swelling that is! (I have no idea when I typed all of this up... sorry)
Update (began 9/7/14) : I received my new food, and jumped back on the bandwagon, full throttle, almost... I tried to leave behind the lackadaisical mindset of I just don't care anymore. It is just incredibly awesome to be able to throw my lunches together in seconds, and know that I could chow down on a meal replacement in my mad dashes to classes. It takes a lot of anxiety and worry out of "I am hungry, I wonder what I can get to eat."
Then the weekend hit... We went to an arts and crafts festival again... I was a very naughty girl, and ate samples and bought foods... But before I purchased the foods, I asked if they could be frozen. They could. I bought bread (I'll be able to have bread again soon), and toffee... both are comfortably waiting for me in the freezer. As well as the M&M's my teacher gave me last semester.... which I don't even really want....
I went to the vet to pick up two of our fur kids from the vet, and one of the techs asked why I was looking skinny, she asked if I was on some sort of diet or something... I was. She asked if I was overweight, I said no... I was severely obese, she couldn't believe me... I showed her a photo... she was astonished! She immediately assumed that my doctors made me shrink, I told her no. That only I wanted to. She was impressed. She also asked if I have become the poster girl/spokesperson for the weight loss program, which is a very common question these days. It's funny. My dad is trying to convince me to submit my photos and story, we shall see.
Well, the calendar on the wall tells me its Monday.... the scale displayed the numbers of 146..... there is nothing more to say today, other then stay-tuned.
Update (began 9/7/14) : I received my new food, and jumped back on the bandwagon, full throttle, almost... I tried to leave behind the lackadaisical mindset of I just don't care anymore. It is just incredibly awesome to be able to throw my lunches together in seconds, and know that I could chow down on a meal replacement in my mad dashes to classes. It takes a lot of anxiety and worry out of "I am hungry, I wonder what I can get to eat."
Then the weekend hit... We went to an arts and crafts festival again... I was a very naughty girl, and ate samples and bought foods... But before I purchased the foods, I asked if they could be frozen. They could. I bought bread (I'll be able to have bread again soon), and toffee... both are comfortably waiting for me in the freezer. As well as the M&M's my teacher gave me last semester.... which I don't even really want....
I went to the vet to pick up two of our fur kids from the vet, and one of the techs asked why I was looking skinny, she asked if I was on some sort of diet or something... I was. She asked if I was overweight, I said no... I was severely obese, she couldn't believe me... I showed her a photo... she was astonished! She immediately assumed that my doctors made me shrink, I told her no. That only I wanted to. She was impressed. She also asked if I have become the poster girl/spokesperson for the weight loss program, which is a very common question these days. It's funny. My dad is trying to convince me to submit my photos and story, we shall see.
Well, the calendar on the wall tells me its Monday.... the scale displayed the numbers of 146..... there is nothing more to say today, other then stay-tuned.
First, I am so grateful that you and Dean are doing as well as you are after your accident. Second, I know from personal experience how very difficult it can be to get "back on" an eating program once you have given yourself permission to "go off". I am very impressed at how well you have done with that. I hope you give yourself credit for the good choices you are making, especially under such stressful circumstances. You are awesome!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I would've weighed myself when so swollen like that from the accident. I usually try to put off weigh-ins when they fall during my period because I bloat up like a balloon.
ReplyDeleteI'm so proud of you for your transformation and your dedication to getting healthy.