Overworkedjanet

 Here I am staring week 3. The scale pronounced me down 5.2 pounds in two weeks.  If I were on my own and vigilant, I might have been able to lose that on my own. I might have been able to avoid hitting the kitchen cabinets for snacks. Perhaps I'd be more appreciative as to how much I'd put on my plate. I'd avoid trigger foods because, well, they trigger. I have little desire to rummage around to find something to munch. I put back half of my breakfast yesterday and had the rest for lunch. I discarded the last few tablespoons of tuna salad as I had no desire to eat it. I had one of my favorite pizza slices for dinner and in a fit of "OMG this is good", found the smallest slice left and ate it, too. I was uncomfortable all night and probably won't try that again. This is chemical behavior modification doing it's thing. I drink a LOT, something I never did. I always took my water like my whiskey: straight, no ice. Electrolyte powder is now a thing for me. I ...

 Week 2, shot 2, details. Homage to SP. The scale says I'm down 2.7 pounds. That could happen routinely, so I'm not considering this quite a miracle. I went back to tracking on Cronometer, I miss the SP tracker, and noticed I had a calorie deficit on all days, some as much as the recommended 500 calories. That means I quit larger portions and snacking! What I also have done is created a higher protein diet and am scrambling to find higher fiber foods as filling myself up on veggies, my usual go-to, does not supply enough nutrient roughage. Chick pea pasta is my go-to as is steel-cut oatmeal. Small details: It seems as the drug kicks in, I don't want to eat at all and have to force myself. The thought of eating 2 eggs with avocado and tomatoes is gagging. The 30g protein drink might work better, but I bet I could skip eating all day the way I feel right now. Peppermint tea was was my first drink this morning.  The drug wore off slowly all week and I felt great yesterday morn...

 The First 48 Not the crime reality show, of which I am a huge fan. Rather, this is how I feel on the first 48 hours. My needle site is stingy and bruised, I assume from being on Eliquis. That gives me pause for next time. Where can I find a spot I don't bump constantly? Food is not moving fast through my system. I had a slight burp during the night that hinted of what I ate, noticeable 6 hours after my last meal. If this continues, there will be less spice and garlic in my last meal of the day.  I'm a bit blah, not nauseous. The side effects included the possibility of feeling like you're coming down with something. Yeah, I have that. I also get that when I take certain antibiotics. I even get a fever with amoxicillin. I'm just a weird creature. Now for the more interesting part. Food noise. It's a real thing, and mine's immediately turned off! Saturday I cruised by the Hershey's chocolate eggs, uh, at least 4 times, to get "just" one. We keep che...

I took the plunge. Actually, I took the plunger, the weight loss one. I've had internal and external deliberation since last fall when my hip surgery was looming in the horizon. My nice hip doc patted me on the knee. Usually he's on the low stool and I'm on the high table so knees are more available than shoulders, which he also will pat. "If you lost weight it would make your recovery so much better" Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell me something I haven't known for years. Sigh. But, I took the challenge.  I did well cutting out the crap again, falling back on all those Spark People skills. It wasn't too difficult and by December 22ndish, I saw 201 on the scale. Again. The same number I saw in February 2016. while I was caring for Mr. I'm-Trying-to-Die. Two lousy pounds and I finally would be below 200 for the first time in over 22 years.  Nothing happened. Instead, the number crept up a bit and my surgical weight was 204.  I can do this, I can do this, I can do...

 So, we're getting back to normal. DH got an almost clean bill of health from the neurosurgeon. He has to wait a month before doing anything manly, but is allowed to drive and vacuum.  😁 I un-froze my gym membership and was back exercising in the pool yesterday. I am sore today and it has nothing to do with my hip! My muscles are a good sore. Life is good.