Well that hasn’t happened. Not that rail thin would ever be in my future because my body isn’t shaped that way and I actually enjoy eating, but still. Slightly more thin would be nice. So this Saturday will be four weeks since I returned from India with my Rice-A-Roni belly. I weighed myself this morning (as I usually do every few days). It went well.
One pound down. That’s it. ONE MEASLY EFFING POUND. With the exception of a few gratuitous meals (and maybe a rogue box of the cruncy toast of cinnamon) over the past few weeks, I’ve actually been paying attention to what I eat. I’ve been wearing my BodyMedia device and tracking my calorie intake and expenditure. I’ve exercised in some form for at least 45 minutes six days a week. I’ve planned my days to make sure I’m eating less than I burn while also making sure I eat enough to stay satisfied and properly fueled for a grueling day of sitting on my ass at a computer. I’m not eating all the carbs. Even before the food elimination diet, I was eating a diet that actually didn’t include much crap. Really. Like fish and salads and whole wheat noodles and junk like that.
Also I haven’t had cookies, cheese, or bread in a week. That’s got to do SOMETHING.
I have also been organizing my pictures from India to actually upload to Facebook, but every time I do I feel like I’m watching a “how to gain weight” slideshow.
At least it makes it easy to pinpoint the progression.
I’m secretly hoping it has to do with the fact that several of my bodily functions have been all sorts of malfunctioning over the past week and I started taking steroids (not for muscle gain, obviously.). But dear God, one pound is abysmal. I just want to my clothes to fit in a somewhat normal fashion.
Anyway, I’m still working at it and exercising because you know Rome wasn’t built in a day and whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger or whatever those silly things are that people tell themselves to stay motivated. Maybe my body is just in full-blown crisis mode. I guess one pound down is better than half a pound down, but really that’s like someone giving you two ounces of wine instead of one. It’s still bullshit. Okay, I’m done whining, bye.