Morning, ladies! Here I sit, waiting for the gym to open so I can do cardio. Mel — I didn’t get to try the new split — my buddy’s been sick for the past two days so we keep postponing the workout.
I’ll let you in on what it is when we finally try it out. Sounds like a rough day yesterday for everyone.
Cindy —
if there’s any pistachios left, get rid of them! Out of the house! Now!
Jen — carbs are a great sleeping pill, aren’t they? Knock me right out!
I agree that it’s soooo important to have support while we’re doing this and here’s a whole group doing what you’re doing and feeling a lot of what you’re feeling. You’re not alone and anytime you start feeling that way, just check in with us.
Sunluver — it’s always been my understanding that thyroid problems are for life also. After I dropped all the weight, I was surprised that my Synthroid dose only dropped very slightly. I still go through the dosage readjustments frequently — I doubt if I’m ever on the same dose for more than six months at a time. Don’t compare yourself to how fast I lost — it doesn’t matter how long it takes to get there, so long as you get there in the end! I think I lost fast because my body was in total shock at what I was doing to it since it had been a sedentary blob for twenty years. It probably gave up the fat as fast as possible to try to get rid of this “new me” and go back to the comfortable couch and chocolate chip cookies.
Dear Robin, feel better!
Ilene — I hear you on how we sabotage ourselves — if I don’t plan the day’s menus in advance and make sure all the food is prepared, I’m sunk. It’s when I catch myself standing in front of the frig wondering what there is to
that I know I’ve got a BIG problem …
Welcome Littledove!
on the midsection collapsing, Dip! Mine collapsed into skin … and skin …. handfuls of skin (which are now GONE, like Karen’s!
) What you wrote about clothes really rang a bell with me. I was/am a clothes junkie and did the best I could in the larger sizes, as you said:
a selection of tasteful and complimentary styles to the former body/shell that I used to call me.
After four months or so of my new life, very little fit but I had nothing to replace the old things with and didn’t want to buy anything new since I was going down about a size a month. Reluctantly I cleaned out SIX big green trash bags of clothes (and there was stuff that I just loved and some still with tags!), gave first dibs to a friend, took the rest of the good stuff to the consignment store, and donated the remainder. I lived the rest of that winter with two pairs of pants and one skirt and a closet that literally echoed.
I begged and borrowed old clothes from everyone to fill in the gaps.
Finally I was at a M top and size 10 pants — smaller than I had ever been in my life. “I’ll never get any smaller than this” I said, and bought some new clothes. Which I promptly shrunk out of
. Then I saw a great pair of black velvet Ralph Lauren jeans at the end-of-season clearance, size 8. “I’ll never be too small for those”, I thought, and bought them. I hung them on my closet door and outgrew them in three weeks — wore them once. Once I hit 4s, I REALLY thought that this is it — can’t get too much smaller, right? Wrong again — I took most of my 4s to be taken in earlier this winter. The amazing thing — and point to this long-winded story — is that a lot of this final body changing happened with little or no scale changing. I keep getting smaller and smaller — some of it due to the skin removal but most due to muscle building. Even if the scale isn't budging, my BF changes and we all know that muscle is smaller and denser than fat, right?
The other interesting clothes experience I had, and I’ll pass it along in hopes you don’t make the same mistake
— is that I started buying small clothes in the same styles that I had bought large clothes. In other words, I was still shopping to camouflage a body I no longer had. You know, the big shirts and long T-shirts to cover one’s butt, and elastic waist pants and all. It took me a while to realize that these styles weren't flattering and I didn’t have to wear them. I could go sleeveless or low-rise or crop top!
Ahhh, clothes … too bad I live in gym clothes now ….
Have great days, all — no chocolate (except PP), no pistachios, lots of water and lots of fun.
Meg