Week 4 - Goal: Eating after 8 pm limited to 2 evenings/week.

I wasn't sure it was realistic to go from eating every evening to no evenings. I've decided to do this as an experiment. I wonder how I'll feel if I don't eat in the evenings. I'm not sure I'm actually hungry when I eat then, or if it's just that I have the points so I eat something.

Next weight goal is 20 lbs. My reward will be to buy something new, clothing wise. Then it will be my 10% - 28 lbs. Reward - new winter jacket. Then 35 lbs. Reward - pedicure. I want to make this last one 40 lbs - but I'm not entirely sure I will reach that before the Jamaica trip. And I need a pedicure before the trip.

Week 3 - well, week 3 ends tomorrow - I'm falling behind!

Goal: Drink at least 3 glasses of water a day, over and above other liquids.

This has not gone well. I've had 1 - 2 glasses on a good day, and I think there have been some days I haven't had any water. Maybe I'll keep this goal for next week as well.

I've been wondering about developing a habit of not eating after a certain time, like 8 pm or something. I am often having popcorn in the evenings - because I can. But many times I am aware that I'm not hungry for the popcorn; I'm just having it because I can.

Last night I decided not to have anything after supper. I was hungry around 10 pm. That made me a little uncomfortable for awhile and I felt a little unhappy about my decision to not eat for the evening. But at some point I forgot about it so I guess it wasn't that big of a deal.

Loss: 1 lb.

Yay! I've reached my first goal of 10 lbs. I'm getting a manicure.

Week Two: This week I commit to eating 2 servings of Fruits and Vegetables per day.

Done! This one was harder. I had to work at it.

Loss: 2.4

It's awesome I still lost when I spent 4 days in Montreal always having to eat at a restaurant. Some tough choices there, too. But I did it! Proud of myself.

September 22/09 (retroactively)

Week One: This week I commit to tracking.

Accomplished.

Loss: 6.6 lbs

Hope

I am having this strange sensation, and I only just recognized what it is - it's hope! I don't know where it came from exactly, but that's what it is.

It isn't like I've had some dramatic spiritual awakening. I've just started being more honest, and I guess along with that I've become more accepting - of the frailty of human beings, and of the sinful state of the world we live in, and, it follows, accepting of God's faithful love and grace.

I was always kinda repulsed by my own sinfulness. I assume others would be repulsed as well. But somehow God is not repulsed. How did Christ draw near to the most unclean and degraded people around him? He honestly saw beyond their sinfulness to something more important.

I don't end with my sinful nature; there's more to me than that. I think that's what God sees and I'm seeking to see that as well. And to see beyond others' sin and really be able to love them.

Tired and sad this morning. Maybe it's still the backlash from the cookie episode. I am longing for food. A bowl of cereal, toast with peanut butter, a cookie... doesn't matter what because I'm not hungry anyway. Just wanting some comfort.

Had an unpleasant conversation with the husband last night. I've been working on re-engaging with life the past week or two. As I attempt to manage my self and my time I am confronted with the things that frustrate my attempts. Finding solutions to these hindrances is a necessary part of the process, but in doing so I find myself facing all the pain and frustration of my married life.

I'm struggling even to put it into words. I've been here before, trying to find a better way to manage life, and I am always hurt and/or shackled by Steve's attitudes and words. Consequently, I gave up trying. I disengaged from everything that was frustrating and seemingly unchangeable. Hate working in my kitchen? Don't. Stop planning meals, stop cooking as much as I possibly can. Frustrated by the cramped and inefficent space in the girl's closet? Pile the clothes and deal with it later.

This isn't me. I'm a solution girl. Why be frustrated when a little change can make it much better? I'm confronted with how I have buried my feelings of powerlessness, hurt and anger and simply withdrawn from life.

Am I strong enough to handle the mess of dealing with these feelings, especially in terms of my husband's reactions? I don't know.

Starbucks, my Starbucks

While I maintain that Starbucks is my friend - their non-fat lattes will keep my bones intact til I'm 100 - I was, until tonight, blissfully unaware of the evil lurking behind the steamed milk and espresso.

I was returning from dance class (for the children, not me) with plans to hit the drive-thru for a latte and 6 points burning a hole in my tracker and thought mayhaps I would have a cookie. Yes they're fairly big cookies, but I had 6 points. 6 points is a whole lunch entree - methinks it should cover a cookie.

After consuming said cookie, I went online to track down its nutritional details. Why estimate when I can get the exact figures? This is where my rare pocket of food naivete meets cold, hard reality. This delicious cookie is ------460 calories-------, -------22 grams of fat-------, -------11 points------. It's a cookie, people!

In shock, I stare at my computer monitor with sure and final knowledge, woefully laced with disbelief, that I will never enjoy this cookie again. Not the way I did pre-9/17. In the post-9/17 culture of my mind I will never again assume that an item's capacity to hold fat or sugar is limited by it's size or by ages old baking truths wherein flour + butter + sugar + eggs = cookies that wouldn't reach 460 calories if they were the size of your head.

And the worst part? I immediately crave more. Not only is it the most calorie dense cookie known to man but it makes you crave more of whatever is in it that adds up to 460 calories.

Apparently, my carrier is not set up for mobile blogging. Pity, cause now I can't remember what golden nugget went zinging through my brain earlier today.

I am happy to be tracking. But today, day 2, it is sinking in that the need for planning is fast upon me. Tracking doesn't work so well, for me, without planning. I quickly get myself in trouble, run out of points, stop tracking... you get the idea.

Because I have learned the importance of keeping the ball rolling when it comes to developing new habits and keeping my eating under control, I now need to make planning my priority. When I sit down to actually do this I'm confronted with the inevitable truth that I don't want to. Maybe life isn't as much about doing what I want to do as I thought it was.

In fact, I think I was telling Jenea (age 5) that just yesterday. Is that what responsibility is? See, I need an actual definition. I'm not even sure what that is, but I have this feeling there is a really good reason for not just doing what you feel like doing all the time.

Good day. If I was tracking today I may not have felt that way - but I managed to avoid eating any chocolate, pastries, donuts, cakes, squares, bars, marshmallows, toffee, candied apples, or just plain sugar by the spoonful! I did eat a muffin and a nutrition bar and too much food in general. But at the moment I feel calmer than I have in a while. The sugar demons are quieter, so I think I have succeeded to some degree today.

I am not my own

Been on an all out binge for the past 7+ days. Struggling because I don't feel ready to give it up yet, but the voice of reason is begging me to come to my senses. Then I came across a Scripture passage I had written out - it was in a box of memorabilia - from 1 Corinthians, where it talks about your body being a temple of the Holy Spirit. It says "you are not your own...you were bought at a price". My body isn't really mine, it's on loan. That made me think of the parable of the talents. Maybe everything God gives us to use for Him is like those talents - not just money, or ability, but all the resources He gives us to use while we are in this life. In that context it is clear to me that I have been frantically trying to "bury" this body since my teen years, earlier I think. I have spent most of my lifetime trying to hide my body, much of the time wishing I had never been given it.

Okay - it's the new me! Posts in 5 minutes or less! Maybe 10 minutes.... well, as long as it doesn't take and hour and a half or more! Just read this quote, which I am finding very inspiring -

"The chief cause of unhappiness is giving up what you want most for what you want at the moment." Zig Ziglar

I've been struggling with this very thing all morning. I want to move toward my goal, but I really want just one last cinnamon bun with cream cheese icing - that sort of thing. Not wanting to give up the sweets just yet.

It made me think - what about heroin users? Do they want to give up the pleasure of another high? Of course not. They give it up because they know the goal of being free from their addiction is better than the momentary pleasure of shooting up. Of course I don't want to give up the pleasure of eating - okay, realistically, 2 cinnamon buns with cream cheese icing - but I have to learn to give up that pleasure in order to achieve the life I want to live. I know it is debatable how much a person must give up in order to lose weight, but you do have to learn to give up some things some of the time. And some things - most of the time.

Okay, so almost a week has past. Journalling - nada; tracking - nope; support - uh uh; and prayer - not so much. On Saturday I brought home 2 cinnamon buns and ate them. Without much thought, without any angst or struggle. It's like I bypassed guilt and wrestling somehow and just did it. Which left me feeling kinda hopeless. Now my cravings are overtaking my mind and just making decisions for me.
Having a hard time praying. What can I say? What can I ask for? Can I pray for God to deliver me and then turn around and eat the baked goods section at Safeway?
Feeling low right now. I need the house to be calmer, cleaner. I don't want to do the work. I need to get out, I need to do something other than wish the mess away. I'm bored and I'm thinking of food. Going outside now to read a book.

the Goal

the Goal is to be half the woman i am right now. The irony is that in becoming twice my normal size I have become at least half the woman I once was. Now I'm looking for that half of me again. I can lose half my body weight in pure fat.

How do I keep the urgency of this goal in my mind? My tendency is to forget it the moment after it is realized. Already I am confronted with desires to eat. The illusion I have is that I will eat and enjoy and life will be peaceful and good. No problem. But the reality I live with is that I will eat (when I'm not hungry, when I'm stressed, when I'm bored, when I'm tired) too much and get fatter and fatter. I need to stay in the reality where eating for reasons other than hunger makes me fat, and resist the lure to dreamland where I can eat just for the pleasure and stress-relief eating brings. It relieves the present, temporal stress, but it creates a long-term, debilitating stress of its own.

I really am following the path of an addict. I think I can handle food but it always overtakes me. I become a slave to this lust for food (especially sugar) and I'll do anything to scratch that itch. Then I am ashamed and disgusted with myself and vow to put food in its proper place. And sometimes I can for awhile, but then I always fall to the temptation again. I don't know if cutting out sugar entirely would be enough for me to remain "sober". Is it only the sugar? Or is it all food?

I keep following Plans hoping someone has all the answers for me. But I've learned that those plans really only have the answer for some people. No plan can cover everyone. And part of that answer has to come from me, or the Plan fails. I am very afraid to trust myself for this answer. When I think of the education I have had in weight control I begin to laugh hysterically. I could write the plan and it would work! But I am lacking the confidence to follow my own instinct and knowledge. And I am lacking the faith to follow my God, knowing He will lead me down the right paths He has prepared for me. Thank you, Lord, for this time of clear thinking.

Followed by another dose of stress. Children are adept at creating stressful situations. And what did I do? Grabbed a nutritionless, high-carb snack. Hunger and stress do not combine well for me. But, where was I? Thinking clearly. So there is being mindful of the reality of my relationship with food vs. the illusion my mind is drawn to; there is dealing with the temptation to eat, pure and simple; there is keeping accounts so you know when you are succumbing to the stress and the tempation just how much you are actually eating; there is support because it is a lot of work and I have a long way to go. Those are the first things I will address. I will remain mindful by journalling about this regularly; I will pray and turn my heart to God for help to withstand temptation; I will not fill the house with temptation-inducing foods; I will keep track of what I eat; I will find support, preferably a weekly support.