After a few years of struggling with life, I have reached a stage of peace with myself, who I am body and soul.
This naturally led me to the realisation that I all that I need is to RESPECT my body, the same way I have started respecting myself. My body will heal itself.
By respecting, I mean doing everyday everything my body will need to feel good in the short and long term.
This is a sort of diary to record my progress.
Last edited by thirti4thirty; 02-24-2015 at 11:56 AM.
It was a not so good week. The first part went well until family came in for the weekend. Then I allowed everything to go downhill.
So the loss and beautiful feeling at the beginning of the week is now replaced by me feeling stuffed and gross.
I've been able to maintain the weight.
I have fulfilled my promise to myself to weigh in once in a week, monday morning. It was tough, but I did it.
For future reference: when receiving family, I'll buy provisions ONLY when they are on the way, to make sure they are indeed coming, when they'll be arriving and how many they'll be.
This week I spent 3 days at the hospital for a gastro. I did my best to maintain loss.
I wasn't able to wait for monday to weigh myself because of that. It was an unusual week and I was in pretty much a hurry to see how it had affected me.
The weight I recorded as ending week weight rather corresponds to my weight on friday.
Looking back, I don't regret it because right now it's my period so I can't record any accurate weight. I'll use that rather.
Spending a few days with family was a challenge. I did just average. I'm however grateful I didn't go overboard.
I'm getting used to respecting my body and right now, that's what matters.
On the low side, I had 3 bowel movements in the whole week and that certainly doesn't feel good. I have to look for diet friendly natural remedies to treat that. Gonna start with water.
This week, I did g-reat all week long. The weekend however was tougher.
On Saturday, I felt blue and had ice cream, chocolate and a lil bit of alcohol.
So I ate in response to negative feelings.
On Sunday, I was out of town with colleagues and I had sodas, pastries, rice etc.
I ate even though I didn't feel hungry. I ate just because food was shared around. I felt bad looking at others opening their packs hours later, only when they felt hungry.
The road is long. I'm a sick person on recovery so I'll experience relapses from time to time.
What matters is that I'm learning to respect my body and it's reacting quite well....and....I'm feeling so good.
The scale is doing good and clothes are speaking loads.
This week I was determined to complete a 3 day juice feast and I did 2 days. It was an average week overall. My periods are on the way, with their lot of emotional issues attached. I know I'm doing far better than before calming myself up with food. But there's room for improvement.
This has been a "period week". I managed to stay withing the 81 kg range. I'm proud and happy that despite the bloating and cravings, my weight hasn't fluctuated upwards so much.
Negative point though, I've moved my bowels just once! Hating this, really.
Week ended at 81.5 kg
Winds against progress... But a healthy lifestyle has come to stay. Loving the ride!
Last edited by thirti4thirty; 04-15-2015 at 07:52 AM.
I didn't really do well this week.
It was a period week and I was bloated throughout.
I was constipated throughout as well: 7 good days with no bowel movement. I hardly drank any water.
I ate at night, right before going to bed, 2 or 3 times.
I ate loads of rice and other starchy foods for many days.
I gave in to period cravings, ouch!
I'm still going strong though.
My Whole family is coming over for a 2-week stay and this is going to be a TRIAL AT SO MANY LEVELS!!! Im keeping my fingers crossed for this.
I've reached one of the expected rough patches, so I make the pledge to my body, to keep respecting it no matter what... So help me God!
I haven't written for almost a month now. The past weeks have been terribly horrible for me.
My family spent 2 weeks with me. Everything I was afraid of happened: non stop food fest. I was ok the first few days, but I broke my new healthy habits.
In addition, I went through terrible times financially. I had to eat whatever my money could afford.
And then I had hit a really low point mentally. I have a toxic family, and an extremely toxic mother. Bless her heart. Even before she came, I knew what was going to be the outcome of their visit.
I now have to pick myself up again. I'm having negative thoughts about my weight and weight loss.
I'm feeling, I'll never lose weight if things like this should happen around me often. I'm praying they don't approach me for the next few months.
It's being difficult for me resuming my good habits about a 3 week break. At the beginning of the day, I make a good resolve, but I end up doing things I stopped to do: eating anything, anyhow, and at any time.
My scale, I haven't used in all those weeks, cos it's not working, I guess from having so many people using it at the same time.
I gotta pick myself up now.
Last edited by thirti4thirty; 05-12-2015 at 06:50 AM.
I'm really surprised that I didn't gain any weight this week...i *****ed around A LOT with food.
I also credit myself for taking good decisions though.
I just bought a carton of water to encourage myself to drink a lot this coming week.
I'm doing WELL!