199.0000000 A solid 199. So officially I've lost 10.2 pounds in seven weeks. I took the last of my "starter dose" jabs on Friday, weight day is Sunday. I can see a difference, and I like it. Everything fits a bit better. I keep in mind my gym work and activity level have increased so I also have built a bit of heavier muscle in those seven weeks. DH thinks I've lost a lot more but my body changes rapidly in a scenario like this (how many times has THIS happened?). Lack of appetite is also lack of interest in cooking and I've fallen off the food prep wagon. Fortunately when I do prepare, the freezer gets portions. Last night's dinner was a chicken Florentine which I might make again today. I am still not eating enough and I'm working on it. I will make a huge effort to cook/stock up on items this week as my next dose is increased. yay
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I'll take it. The scale told me 199.4 this morning, so I'm still in Onederland. I grumbled quite a bit yesterday to DH as this particular injection, my 5th, knocked me down. Last week's barely registered on the uncomfortable scale. I sat under my heated throw and dozed or did my volunteer job on the computer all day. I changed my shot day to Friday as the first two days make me sluggish and a bit "aware" of my stomach, although not nauseous. It was interfering with my Tuesday trainer workout. I follow Dave around like a puppy and let him set the weights. To my delight, he added 10 pounds to my glute pushback and I didn't notice. Pre-surgery I was kicking 50 lbs, last week I hit 35. I'm getting there. Apparently I'm impressing him. The rest of my workout he's tweaked and I couldn't tell you what I was doing, but the DOMS are awesome the next day. For those (3 or 4) who know me, have I ever mentioned the family ties to exercise? DNA results sh...
Here I am starting week six. I lost no weight. I was expecting to see something. It feels like deja vu. I loose, I plateau. I (eventually) regain. I am not discouraged. I've been doing it incorrectly these past few weeks. I'm not eating enough. How many times have I heard that from experts and lay-persons? I should shoot for 1200 calories. I've use Cronometer to track my food and fitness, and I have been obsessive. I thought my daily average of calories was 890-1000, I knew that was low but I've felt fine. Creating meals has been problematic, for one because I feel so out of touch with food, and for another, life has gotten a bit messier here. No details for you. What I was doing wrong was not reviewing my intake! Lo and behold, it appears I'm starving myself! I was paying attention to my protein and water intake but not the overall picture. What's missing here is my caloric expenditures, and that's been pretty high. I've run an average of 600 calorie ...
199.8 I'm starting week five and am down 9.8 pounds. That took me into Onederland for the first time in 22 years. If Spark People were still viable, I'd be receiving all kinds of virtual gifts for my feat and celebratory messages. I could post a banner proclaiming the news. My DH said "Woo-hoo!" I don't feel "woo-hoo", I almost feel let-down. Yeah, that's it. My brain is asking why couldn't I eat like I have been eating for the past four weeks without needing drug support. I certainly didn't believe I'd fall into the guilt trip trap, yet here I am. I also know this is temporary, perhaps very temporary and by this afternoon a smile will be on my face when I become smug and pleased with myself. I understand it's more than eating right. In 2002 I had the last vestige of lady hormones surgically removed. I started taking beta-blockers and thyroid meds. The trifecta of slower metabolism. I combined that with a job requiring sever...
A day late, but here's week 4 of jabs. The scale was kind and showed me I had lost seven pounds at the end of three weeks. I'm now back to where I was in the beginning of December when I swore I could get under 200 pounds by NYE, at 202. I then gained 2 pounds and started the new year a bit grumpy that I couldn't do right. Deja vu, all over againš¬. My surgical weight was 204 and when I started the drug, I was 209. The creep. It's followed me all my life. I am consuming the same kind of meals I normally would. The volumes are a bit less and I have to force myself to eat the required amounts that are healthy for me; like adding two ounces of chicken to my salad is a chore. I find I hesitate to fill up on my beloved veggies as I need room for the protein. That 1/2 cup of elbow macaroni, three small meatballs and about 1/3 cup of sauce was hard to finish. After years of dieting I can tell a 1/3 cup of food from a 1/2 cup of food from a mile away. I can split a bagged sal...