free weight loss
Aug. 1st, 2007 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyA few weeks ago, I almost tried to get my mom to start a weight loss plan with me. We had been talking about health issues--she's a diabetic and will admit that she does not eat as well as she should be eating. Then I realized that I am the last person in the world she would want to diet with right now. I can see a conversation going like this.
Mom: I had a salad for lunch, no dressing, and a small piece of grilled chicken with a side of steamed veggies for dinner every day this week. I have gained a pound. How are you doing?
Kisha: Oh, not too well. I had two plates of lasagna for dinner, and a huge bowl of ice cream with butterscotch topping tonight. Oh, and I had some potato chips this morning for a snack, and a couple of sugary beverages.
Mom: Well, you'll do better tomorrow, won't you? How much did you gain?
Kisha: Gain? I lost two pounds!
Mom: You were never my favorite. I think I'll take you out of my will now.
This just to say that breastfeeding is awesome. My PCOS kicked in the summer after I met M. I'm not saying I was tiny before we met, but I didn't do my shopping at Lane Bryant. I decided that I was going to lose some weight before he came back, and Mom and I were dieting together. I lost five pounds, and then suddenly, I gained thirty-five more in three months and my reproductive cycle went haywire. When I went on the pill, I finally stopped gaining weight, but the damage was done by then. The PCOS makes it extremely difficult to lose weight so I've been ten pounds down from my highest weight (umm, not counting pregnancy weight, of course) for most of the time we've been married. Just after I worked at the produce market, I had lost about seven pounds more, but that all came back. These days, I am down twelve pounds from what I weighed before I was pregnant, for a total of sixty pounds gone in the last three months. And, while I would love to be all gung-ho on the healthy living, I am so not doing that (yet). We have, I admit, been eating plenty of ice cream and cookies and potato chips and everything else that's bad for you. It feels rather lovely to enjoy stepping on the scale in the morning, while at the same time not putting that much effort into the whole weight loss thing.
I am currently planning to breastfeed this child until she is sixteen.
About that "yet", though.. M and I are chatting now about how we would like to a) eat better b) stop eating out c) spend less money on food d) cook more often and d) exercise more. The fun thing is that goals A, B, C and D work very, very well together. I have no intention of going through our pantry to throw out everything that's bad for us, but I think that when they're gone, we're going to stop regularly replacing them. As for exercising more, well, we are lugging around a fifteen pound baby everywhere we go. I think that counts as a start.
Just think, I have lost the last twenty pounds by making terrible food choices! Eating right should help at least a little, right? If not, I am going to be so pissed. :)
Mom: I had a salad for lunch, no dressing, and a small piece of grilled chicken with a side of steamed veggies for dinner every day this week. I have gained a pound. How are you doing?
Kisha: Oh, not too well. I had two plates of lasagna for dinner, and a huge bowl of ice cream with butterscotch topping tonight. Oh, and I had some potato chips this morning for a snack, and a couple of sugary beverages.
Mom: Well, you'll do better tomorrow, won't you? How much did you gain?
Kisha: Gain? I lost two pounds!
Mom: You were never my favorite. I think I'll take you out of my will now.
This just to say that breastfeeding is awesome. My PCOS kicked in the summer after I met M. I'm not saying I was tiny before we met, but I didn't do my shopping at Lane Bryant. I decided that I was going to lose some weight before he came back, and Mom and I were dieting together. I lost five pounds, and then suddenly, I gained thirty-five more in three months and my reproductive cycle went haywire. When I went on the pill, I finally stopped gaining weight, but the damage was done by then. The PCOS makes it extremely difficult to lose weight so I've been ten pounds down from my highest weight (umm, not counting pregnancy weight, of course) for most of the time we've been married. Just after I worked at the produce market, I had lost about seven pounds more, but that all came back. These days, I am down twelve pounds from what I weighed before I was pregnant, for a total of sixty pounds gone in the last three months. And, while I would love to be all gung-ho on the healthy living, I am so not doing that (yet). We have, I admit, been eating plenty of ice cream and cookies and potato chips and everything else that's bad for you. It feels rather lovely to enjoy stepping on the scale in the morning, while at the same time not putting that much effort into the whole weight loss thing.
I am currently planning to breastfeed this child until she is sixteen.
About that "yet", though.. M and I are chatting now about how we would like to a) eat better b) stop eating out c) spend less money on food d) cook more often and d) exercise more. The fun thing is that goals A, B, C and D work very, very well together. I have no intention of going through our pantry to throw out everything that's bad for us, but I think that when they're gone, we're going to stop regularly replacing them. As for exercising more, well, we are lugging around a fifteen pound baby everywhere we go. I think that counts as a start.
Just think, I have lost the last twenty pounds by making terrible food choices! Eating right should help at least a little, right? If not, I am going to be so pissed. :)
