I posted today on my Facebook page that I lost 8 pounds. One of my followers wanted me to share how I am doing it. Basically for me, it’s a life change. Not a diet. Besides having high cholesterol and suffering from reflux, I am at the stage in my life where if I don’t start taking care of myself, the kid will have a problem on her hands. I don’t want to be her problem. I would like to control what I can. And I would like to enjoy my Golden Years when the time comes. With my hubby. Who is healthy.
Let me start by saying that I am a foodie. A major foodie. There isn’t a food I won’t try and there isn’t much I don’t like. I’ll even eat it if it falls on the floor, has a little mold or is a bit past the expiration date. Remember, I hate throwing food away. And I’m gross.
I don’t believe in fad diets. I’ve tried them all from cabbage soup to Atkins. And then only to have every pound plus some jump back on me within a few short weeks. Although it took me months to lose it. I believe it’s a conspiracy.
So here’s what I am doing. I cut a lot of fat from my diet. I try to eat at least my daily allowance of fruits and vegetables. I am eating a healthy snack that I enjoy in between my meals so I’m not starving when lunch and dinner comes along. I LOVE me my carbs but they had to be reduced. Reduced, not cut. I am not into depriving myself of All Things I Love. That doesn’t work for me. Like I said, I am a foodie. Depriving a foodie is like depriving a fish of water. Not a good outcome.
I don’t put a crapload of food on my plate like I used to. I had a really bad habit of eating way beyond the point of being full. You know that feeling where you just can’t move? It’s completely unnecessary. I haven’t done that in over 2 months and I couldn’t be better. And I never need to reach for my bottle of Tums anymore. Ever.
I abhor exercise, so I chose something I know I can do and stick with. I walk 3 miles 4-5 times a week. Fast walking. With some hills. I plug my earphones into my iPhone and go to town. Before I know it, it’s 45 minutes later and I feel great. It’s completely invigorating. If it’s crappy outside, I try to get on my elliptical for 30 minutes. I hate it. It’s boring and there is no fresh air. But at least I’m moving. No more excuses. I have grown tired of excuses.
I will be happy if I could lose another 8-10 pounds. But I know my limits. I will never have that 120 pound body ever again and I am at peace with it. I will not lose weight that I know isn’t realistic for me. I don’t need to look like a super model. The point here is to get healthy. Besides DH likes me with curves. And who am I to deprive him?