Comeuppance? Not so much
I arrived home last week in something of a bad mood. There’d been an excessive amount of boobery involved in getting us home, and I knew that once I got there I wouldn’t have a television to watch.
We’ve got too many trees around our house, and they’re blocking our satellite signal. Last time home, they’d gotten so leafy that I couldn’t get any channels at all the last day of hometime (had been able to get only about 20 channels, but it was better than nothing). I expected nothing when I got home.
But surprise! When I turned on the TV in a moment of what I considered to be some seriously pathetic hopefulness, I was rewarded with a picture. Man, was I happy. Oh sure, I’m paying for a shitload of channels and am only able to actually receive about 20, but I will take those 20 gladly.
I was so pleased by this turn of events that I decided to go ahead and hop on the scale, even though it was early evening and I’d just eaten a big steak at Outback. Miracle of miracles, and after all the shenanigans of last month on the road, I had managed to lose some weight –
I was and still am excited about that. Four pounds lost over nearly six weeks isn’t that much, but compared to what I was fearfully expecting, it’s a huge number.
So anyway, those four pounds brings my total up to 37 pounds lost in about four months. I’m happy.
I’m happy because I’m not in that big of a hurry. I want to find something I can live with, for the long haul. I hate the expression, but … “I want to change my relationship with food.” If that can ever happen, it will take a very, very long time.
I didn’t get a chance to respond to the comments on my last post about my diet (I don’t do 24k dial-up), but I did want to respond to the comments about my thyroid. About 10 years ago I had it checked. Yeah, the numbers were a little off, so I was put on some medication. After about 4-5 months of taking the meds, I didn’t feel any differently, nor did it make any difference in my weight, so I took myself off it.
Right now, I’m on three different medications: Metformin, Lovastatin and Lisinopril. I don’t think I could stand to add any more to that list. If I find myself in the situation where I am dieting faithfully and my weight is not budging, I would probably consider getting my thyroid tested. Until then, three meds a day is the limit.
You know, this whole deal of only weighing once every five weeks or so has worked out fabulously. In the past, I’ve always weighed every day, mainly because I couldn’t stand not to check. And what with fluctuations and plateaus and the like, it would be very frustrating not to see daily results on the scale. It was this frustration which would eventually lead to my quitting the diets.
Weighing once every five weeks has, so far, removed that frustration. Sure, four pounds over the course of more than five weeks means I lost less than a pound a week, which isn’t so great, but surprisingly, it doesn’t seem so bad when you’re standing on the scales and the number is four pounds less than the last time you weighed. Logically, I know the number isn’t that great, but the illogical part of me is celebrating, “Yippee! Four pounds!” Bless that silly, illogical side.
That day last week when I came home to two pieces of good news and better luck, I wish I had dashed down to the store and bought a lottery ticket. It was clearly my day.