FALSE ALARM…I'M SO WEIRD

I was having a crisis the other day-of course.  All seems to be going well weight wise-still losing inches, but no pounds gone.  Throwing away the scale for real this time…NO, Really, I am.  Geesh!

I have cut back on the HWC and nuts just to see if that might kick start the poundage, but if not, I'm good with inches going away-eventually the pounds lost have to start showing up…ya think?

Pretty happy with the look of things though. here I am on 3/16/15 when I started.  OMG

And here I am today…WTH…not too shabby for a month of Low Carb eating!

What the HEY is going on?

Back to 240…lost that extra pound, but my body is hanging on to 240 like it's life depends on it.  NEWS FLASH..you do not need this weight…I'm doing it right, quit holding on to that number!!
New tactic…get off my butt and exercise. Got two 5lb weights and I'm starting out with some very easy arm exercises every other day. On the days I don't use weights, I'm going to walk…start out easy with 30 minutes around the block.  Maybe that will budge that damn scale!!

SCALE HATES ME

Week 4….Still at 240. Actually, it's 241. Isn't that wonderful? Eating like I should, cutting those carbs waaaaaayyyyyy down and I gained a pound.  They say not to worry. They say one of these days I will have the "wooooooooshhh".  I'm waiting.  I will fight on, I will get rid of this fat.

I WANT A BISCUIT AND BUTTER AND JAM.
(I won't have one…don't worry)

240 PAST AND PRESENT

Everyone says not to worry about the scale but we've all been brainwashed into worshiping that hunk of metal and evil numbers.  I worry.  I worry when the dial does not go past 240….for two weeks even though I am religiously strict with staying on LCHF and inches are melting.  How does that work again?  You're losing inches yet the scale does not budge…how????

My theory…it's the number.  240 plays a role in my childhood.  240 was the hymn in the Broadman Hymnal that we sang ALL THE TIME at a church our family went to when I was a kid.  I'm not talking about sometimes we sang it-we sang it every Sunday…it had seven verses…we sang them all.  The whole congregation was dreaming about Mom's pot roast and we were still in the pews singing at 12 PM!! I still know every verse by heart-not that I would ever sing it again-the memories-and I love hymns, except that one. Being Baptist, we sang it as slowly as possible…reeeeeeeaaaaaaalllllllyyyyyy slow. (unlike the Episcopalians who would have jazzed it up and sang it faster, but it wasn't in their hymnal)

The name of that tune: JUST AS I AM.

Coincidence?  I think not.

Here's hoping 240 on the scale will continue to become a number of the past in the next few days!!!

If You Can't See It, It's Not There, Right?

There are a lot of things you have to do when you grow up…it's not easy.  I'm 64 years old and just learning this. Takes some people, moi,  a long, long time and other stuff gets in the way and gets mixed in there so that it's a whole lot harder that it seemed when I was a kid…and wanted nothing more than to grow up.  This blog isn't about the other stuff that got in the way. That's water under the bridge.  This blog is about one thing only. It's about my big belly and how I am getting rid of it.  No one made me fat…I made me fat because I didn't understand why I got the way I am.  Narrowing it down to just the physical aspect of it and leaving aside the emotional and psychological…oh, the tales I could tell..side of it…that's what's happening here.

All of my adult life, well practically all, I have been overweight, then obese and finally I reached the epitome of chunkdom with the Grand Poobah of all weight related titles: Morbidly Obese!!  I want to dress like Mortitia..that outfit would do nothing for me…MORBIDLY. The very word describes it to a "T".  It's not normal. It's weird. It's twisted. It's wrong!!  I know it. In my mind I know it's not good, but it's as if my metabolism has totally abandoned me. Every morsel of food that enters my body is called to hang out around my belly. It's vaycay time for calories around my middle…they don't want to leave because the fun has just started!

A month or so ago I finally got it through my head that I am going to have to find out what the deal is and lose some weight or I'm going to die from some hideous disease or a stroke or heart attack or cancer…ick.  My inlaws came for a surprise visit.  No, really, it was a freakin' SURPRISE!! We're here at your door all the way from NJ!!  I've never talked to or met these people and here I am, Roly Poly Ollie standing at the door, mouth open looking at two people (I am later that day to find out they are really sweethearts and non-judgemental…whew!) I have never seen or conversed with in my life. (husband and his brother were on the "outs" for years…all made up, all is good, I'm so happy!)  Anyway, after a great visit, hubs and I decide we need to visit NJ later this year-like August.  That'll be great, except for one thing. I am huge and it will be August, I will be miserable and everyone else is going to look fantastic…because they do-you know they do!  So, I decide I'm going to really get with it and knock off some of this weight.  I go on what I remember of the induction phase of The Peachtree Diet. The only diet that ever worked for me…and of course I quit well before losing to goal-I did that kind of stuff.  So I'm on this thing for two weeks..Drop 10 pounds…Awesome!!!  I go to the next phase where I can add my beloved toast and orange marmalade for breakfast…stay on that for a week-squeekey clean-ish…a normal person could lose weight on what I ate.  I gained weight.  This isn't right.  This isn't what happens!!!  Tried it again. Gained again.  Damn!!!  I was one sad lady.  Then, I read something about Low Carb…OK I can do that, but then I saw LCHF…ahhhh. Sounds like what's going on with me!  I gave it a go and, Lo and Behold..it works.  I was losing weight, but better than that, I was losing inches…forget the scale! I can almost see my feet again!!!!   I don't need to make this a Long Story Short kind of story because it is, after all, my blog, but what the hey…Here I am, one week out on the LCHF diet and this is what I am seeing!!  Purple KETOSTICK…I must get a photo of that and here are photos of me on March 16 and again today on March 22.  GASP! Right?  I'm a happy camper with that kind of result!