August 13, 2018 – I’ve been on my diet for 4 weeks. As of this morning I’ve lost an amazing 17 pounds. I’m feeling great. The jeans are more loose. I have 3 pair that I can’t wear now. Tops that were tight on my belly are now loose too. Not a bad problem to have ; )
I switched protein again…. found one at Costco. Higher protein. Cheaper. And I was too lazy to go to Mom’s pharmacist. Regardless, the needle is moving slowly in the right direction. I had another pizza relapse on Friday. Emotional eating. But that has been about it. I “cheat” every Saturday when I order a plain garden salad and small chilli from Wendys. Yah. That’s my cheat.
I’m feeling better. I feel lighter. I’m able to bend and move more. I don’t have the same aches and pains. I walk a little faster. I get “hangry” (how I love that word!) but I don’t know if it’s because of the diet or just my own frustrations with life. The good news is that I don’t reach for food to deal with it. I just ride it out.
I had promised myself that at the end of the 4 weeks I would switch to another eating plan. I would start eating food. I’m torn. This diet has been my safety blanket – easy to follow because there are no choices. I don’t know how I’m going to cope with food choices. I don’t want to slide back. I want to continue losing. However, part of me thinks that this is just too restrictive to maintain for any real length of time. I know that my “craving” for sugar and pop is gone. I still have my “emergency” bottle of coke in my desk drawer. I crave water like I have never craved it before. I look at bread and think “Maybe 1 slice?” and then I get afraid that one slice will ignite a craving for more. And, as confessed, pizza is my kryptonite. I tell myself “No”. I found myself looking at Mom’s stash of jujubes and thought, “Just one won’t hurt.” Then I immediately saw myself sitting on the couch with the whole container and shovelling them into my mouth. So I say “No. Those aren’t yours to eat.”
Is it really that simple?
Diary of a DOW 