Since March I stopped hauling this around.
As I write this I am
experiencing the buzz of a carb rush. It came from a combination of one of those apple muffins from Costco that has a Maple frosting on it that makes you wonder how you liked any other flavor. After that I had a slice of pizza left over from last night’s treat for the kids. I didn’t have any with them, so this was my first chance to feel the buzz.
This food intake is according to a healthy diet plan, because today is “cheat day,” or maybe I should call it “treat day,” or “free day.” Whatever I call it, on most weeks Saturday will be the day I can shed all pretense of trying to eat healthy and cheat on the diet, treat myself to everything yummy and feel free to pack on the carbohydrates.
For those of you who saw the last post and didn’t make it down on the Facebook thread to see my decision, I have decided to postpone weight-loss surgery. This comes because I never stopped believing what I believed all along, that if I could lose the weight without surgery I would prefer it. Over the past nearly six weeks I have made tremendous progress in my quest to be at a healthy weight.
In the last post I guessed I would see a 20-pound weight loss when I went to Swedish. I was off by 7 pounds. I shed 27. I’ve lost more since. The dietician at Swedish Medical Center was astounded at the number. Then we got into a conversation, led by me after she asked a question about preparing for surgery, about whether to have the surgery at all. She called in the surgeon. They were supportive. I’m pretty sure they would have preferred I had gone ahead and had the surgery. They laid out the statistics that there is not any data to support the idea that people who go on diets have any long-term success. But the doctor said that if I can be the “one in 20” he would be happy for me. Then he said if I come to a decision later to go ahead and have the surgery to get on track quickly.
Once I hit 370 again, where I bottomed out my last weigh in before deciding to have surgery, I’ll post all the numbers, including how high I climbed. Suffice to say I was heavier than when I started in October 2011. From that start point to the day in August 2012 I hit 370, I lost 34 pounds.
In the past six weeks I’ve already lost more than that. I’m down 36.6 pounds since March 27.
The pace is likely to decrease, but I have yet to have a serious temptation to stray from plan. That is more important than the day-to-day number. I’m also exercising more. The real reason this works, as I said before, is the notion of giving up some foods forever creates tangible fright and stress for me. To turn those things down until Saturday is little problem.
Speaking of Saturday, a Dr Pepper sounds good right about now.