Onward and Upward!

Gotta say, things are going pretty well in the health realm.  I have lost 12 pounds, my blood sugar is better, and my blood pressure is better.  Still fat, of course, but less so, yeah? 


It's not rocket science.  My husband and I just restrict simple carbs, eat more produce, keep an eye on calories, and try and restrict sugar to Friday nights (except for special occasions, like holiday weekends--and even then, try to not go nuts).


Overall, I feel better. 

Going well

I'm down about 10#.  Of course, most of it is water.  And, it's all weight I gained since the beginning of the year.  But I'm not complaining!  At least it's going in the right direction.  :)


The plan is to maintain (after Tuesday, our end date for the calorie counting) and do it again after Easter.  Maintaining is the hard part for me. 

Tonight we're going to a thing.  Things are hard to manage with dieting.  Ick.  But, this is not my first rodeo.  After HCG, this is a snap.

What we're doing

Basically, 1800 calories a day and no sugar.  Except one meal a week, which we have chosen to be Friday nights.  We're doing this for two weeks, then increasing calories a bit (my husband, mostly, as he burns way more than I do) and still keeping sugar to once a week.  Except when we don't.


The idea is overall health improvement. 


Today is the one week mark, and I *have* lost weight!  Sure it's mostly water, but I'll take it.  And my blood sugar is hugely improved.


Yay for progress!

I'm back

Well then! I can't believe it's been well over a year since I blogged.  It took some doing to convince the blog I'm me.  But, I am!  I really am.

I started this blog several years ago when I began the hcg diet, which I did 9 or 10 times.  I lost a ton of weight.  And, I gained it back.  I followed the diet religiously.  I followed the stabilization religiously.  I did everything I was supposed to do.  And I gained it back.  Not all of it.  But close enough.

No doctor or other health care professional has been able to figure out what's wrong with me.  I haven't, either.  And it's darned frustrating.  I'm the only heavy person on either side of my family tree that I've ever met. 

I'm the fat sheep of the family.  I like to take the pictures because I don't to be IN them.  But, I have tried.  Oh, have I tried to *not* be fat.  And, I'm sort of trying again.  Not really but sort of.

Now that I'm er, not young, other problems have cropped up in relation to my weight: blood sugar and blood pressure.  So, I'm cleaning up my dietary act again in an effort to improve those things.  I've eaten healthily for many years, and like I said, never was able to achieve thinness. Or even close to it.  So, I'd get tired of living on a diet for no tangible results.  So I'd drift from occasionally having sugar/simple carbs ("scarbs") to having them a lot.  And now other things have drifted, too.  See above note about blood sugar and pressure.

So, the idea this time is to try and keep my expectations low about my weight (no pun intended) and hope that eating better and less will help the other medical problems.  The years I ate better, I didn't have the other problems (sugar and pressure).  I still had health problems, but not those.

My husband is eating better, too.  And that's another thing.  My husband is a beautiful, buff, hottie.  I, on the other hand, am a somewhat disabled Oompa Loompa.  I didn't used to be.  When my husband and I met, I was way more to his end on the hottie scale.  Or close enough. 

But, life threw a curve ball at me, and I got beaned.  My health turned on me at a young age.  I developed a series of health issues that I won't get into now (who's got that kind of time?), but the worst of it would be weight issues (seemingly unsolvable) and spinal problems.

Fast forward many years and you get this: beautiful, healthy sporty husband, beautiful, healthy sporty teen daughter, and me: fat, not healthy, not sporty me.  So, when he and my daughter improve their diets, something actually happens!  Not that they really need to, at least aesthetically speaking.

I donno.  I'm rambling.  Anyway, this week my husband and I started cutting calories and planning to have scarbs one night a week.  That night's tonight, and boy, did that food taste good!  I'm feeling sad that it'll be another week, though. 

He wants to lose a few pounds because despite his career (he's a PE teacher) and hobby (he works out at the gym several times a week), he's got a spare tire. Like, a wagon tire, or maybe a trike.  But even so, it bothers him.  Me, on the other hand, well, let's just say I could stock Les Schwab.

So, once more unto the breach, dear friends.  I know I sound like a pessimist, but I'm not, really.  "I always hope for the best.  Experience, however, has taught me to expect the worst."  -Garak