Dieting. No, not dieting, changing our lifestyle. Yes. We’re making changes.
And we’re not doing too badly. My Glugster is already able to wear shirts he hasn’t been able to wear in AGES, and my pants are feeling a little loose on me…
And we’re taking pictures. Scary pictures, where I don’t even attempt to pull my stomach in (which I can now do again, BTW). We took BEFORE pictures a couple of days after we started and on Sunday we took another picture. We decided to take a picture a month since we’re not “weighing in” more than once a month. Maybe we’ll even turn them into .GIFs when we get to our goal weight one day!
My Glugster is doing so much better than I am though… And I do better when he’s with me. Even though our dietitian has split up my morning snack into two seperate ones so I don’t go looking for sweet treats in between scheduled meals, and she’s given me ample carbs and a “sweet” allowance, and even a small fizzy cooldrink allowance I still battle not to just have something anyway.
Even though I’m not hungry, even though and I’m feeling better in general and I’m not feeling like I could fall dead-asleep at two in the afternoon – I still find I have to literally talk my way past the KFC or Pick n Pay’s bakery. I am still having to tell myself- actually consciously remind myself- not to eat more of the spaghetti/ bread/ rice/ cheese I’m serving onto our plates, with carefully measured portions… And I feel so lame when I do cheat.
We are not suffering under any delusions, we know that the two of us having to lose what equates a to a whole one of ME is going to take time. A lot of time. We’re talking at least year, probably more.