Daily Bread (Week 13)
Less than a month to go before I can taste real food again! August 9th is the day and it will only be one (small) meal each day for that first week. We will start slow and continue on plan, being very careful of calories, increasing them just enough to keep our bodies out of starvation mode, but low enough that we will continue to lose weight. It is kind of scary. As hard as the full meal replacements have been, the joy has been not to have to think about it. Our facilitator said that was the goal for when we are back on real food. Do enough planning, measuring, etc. so that we will continue to be able to function around food and healthy eating will become a new routine. She likes to call it the “new normal” but that always reminds me of the slogan “This is NOT normal.” You know where that comes from.
Speaking of treason, it hit me in class that I was one of very few (2 maybe 3) people in the class that have stayed completely on plan for all 13 weeks. That freaks me out some. Is it going to be harder for me when I get my first taste of, say, an actual egg? Eggs are a good choice, it was said, for our first non-product breakfast.
The other thing we talked about was how to avoid falling into old patterns of gaining back the lost weight. One of my issues has been not continuing to pay attention and to assuming that any weight gain would be VERY slow. I can’t do that again. One thing that will help, I think, is that I am now much more aware of my body. There is a favorite hymn of mine that has the line, “body and spirit united once more”. (Gather The Spirit by Jim Scott)
Much of my life, however, I have lived in my head and my heart, and my body was a mere vehicle for getting things done. My weight gain over the years has been like a slow motion car crash. I need to keep my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheel: of my body, of my life. I also need to look out for those hit and run drivers, running red lights, bringing bagels.
In other news, I figured out that swimming with my snorkel set was easier on my neck than my usual modified, head-out-of-the water dog paddle.
Once the whiplash is completely healed, I’ll likely go back to my noodle.
But the only donuts I will play with will be inflatable.
(My stats for the last week – down 3.2 pounds, drank 7 1/2 gallons of water and exercised for a total of 340 minutes. My total weight loss so far is 38.1 pounds.)