I've started a new diet. Today is the last day of the first week. I don't want to go into much discussion about exactly what I'm doing but this is the basic explanation. I'm really overweight. I love food so much and I don't get enough exercise. I like Weight Watchers because that plan allows you a lot of flexibility. But, with that flexibility, I was having problems starting it and getting weight off. So, I've gone to a eating plan that really restricts your carb and sugar intake. It's like South Beach where you eat more protein and vegetables. Fruit and dairy are out. The trick is to get a lot of weight off of me and when I reach my goal, I can transition to Weight Watchers for the rest of my life. I also have to get an exercise plan integrated into my life.
An attorney I work for has been on the same plan I just started and has dropped 15 pounds in five weeks. My plan involves being on this plan until the end of October, at which time I should be at my goal weight. I'm not sure how much I will blog about this plan but it is what is happening in my life right now. I'm sure I will be more likely to write about it if I'm having success with it.
My first week was hard (without bread! or cheese!) but I made it and there was no cheating. I'm drinking 100 ounces of water per day and limiting my caffeine. I've found that the thought of food is almost as good as eating it. Since I've gained so much weight, I've found that the eating of the food became almost secondary, it was the anticipation of the food that got me excited. Wow. That sounds really sick. But, let's face it, being so overweight is an illness. Honestly, this time I'm really committed to getting rid of this fat.
Now that there are three cats in this house, I am never permitted to sleep in. There are all kinds of chirping, meowing, and crying in the house every morning until I get out of bed and feed these beasts. In the evening, they never bother Mr. Grumpbump (he's usually home before me), but the second I get home there are cats circling me, following me around until I pop open that can of Friskies. As nice as it feels to be wanted, it's fleeting because once their faces are buried in their cat bowls, I'm but a memory. They seem to feel more comfortable hanging around Mr. Grumpbump and they find his lap a nice place to take naps.
|Delilah stretching after a long tiring morning of napping|
|Tiggs just starting his morning nap|
|One peck of (not) picked peppers|
I've got to go and start that garden party hat. Just got to find my crochet hooks.
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