...so I'm glad I decide to get off the hill.
I had a rather uneventful vacation in Seattle with my mother in-law. There was no real sightseeing to be had, but it was nice to get out of the office for a bit. I got home Sunday evening and we had a fabulous dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. Once I got home, something felt a little off. I ended up getting the stomach flu from Andrew's Aunt's granddaughter. From Sunday night to Monday morning- I lost 9 pounds in water weight. Yeah.... Awesome.
So for the last 3 weeks I have just been chilling at 204.8 pounds.
Peacefully floating. Not influenced by the tides. Not at risk for being carried out to sea into my previous bad habits.
And I think this has a lot to do with the fact that I completely decided to get off the "Standard American Diet Hill." I've lost weight before. There are SO many different ways you can do it. One of the ways I did it previously was to eat the same things, but in diet fashion... a happy meal at McDonalds, 100 calorie packs, skinny cow ice cream sandwhiches, sugar free diet beverages...different versions of the same old foods.
And for me...that is a slippery slope. I never got over desiring Wendy's french fries. I could easily eat half a dozen packs of those little shortbread 100 calorie packs.
And when life got stressful or sad or hard...that's exactly what I did. And who cares about a happy meal? I just got sick 12 times in the last 12 hours...what else in this moment matters? I want and WILL have a regular size...maybe even "large" size meal.
...and then I'd find myself drifting out to sea. Farther and farther away from the shore. Until the pounds I lost were a distant memory. The happiness and comfort I felt from my old foods filling the void... until they couldn't anymore and then I'd have to swim back to shore- heartbroken and sick.
But now I don't even desire those old foods. It's INCREDIBLE. Even in vacation where I love to eat to celebrate and be jovial....and even when I'm moderately sick and want to eat for comfort- I have zero desire to revert to old habits, because I know that a McDonald's french fry would no longer bring me comfort or happiness.
Instead on Monday, Andrew (DH) brought me home coconut water (SUPER fabulous natural Gatorade), pure fruit protein drinks, and all natural saltine crackers (yeah...I had no idea they existed either.) And the next day when I could eat again- I went back to my new (old) eating habits... I had a brined pastured raised pork chop with some mashed potatoes.
I am finding great comfort on this new path I'm on. I'm taking the flat road...the road less traveled by dieters. And I'm loving it. I love that when I'm not around in the boards, that you all don't have to worry. I probably won't come back any heavier then the last time I posted, because I'm just floating.
But I feel rested and I'm over floating at the moment. I want to actively work on walking everyday (I think I let my gym membership lapse. I'm looking into that. Oh finances.) and I'd like to hit a nice number this month (Wednesday, June 19th- my lowest before I will jump up before TOM. Yup. I'm figuring myself out.)
So I'm glad to be back! I missed you all!