Weight! Weight! Don’t Tell Me!

Originally, my birthday (3/12) was supposed to mark the beginning of my self-improvement adventure (odyssey??), so I weighed myself on 2/26 to get a feel for the magnitude of my weight loss project.

Appalled by the red numbers on the screen, I quickly stashed the dastardly scale back in the bathroom closet. Gave that evil gizmo a big ole time out. Solitary confinement in the dark…take THAT you vile-inanimate-object. Harumph.

For the next couple of weeks, I suffered from flashbacks. Those red numbers were seared in my brain; they haunted me day in and day out. Feelings of depression and intense denial alternated.

It was really disconcerting to see how far off the path to healthy living I had wandered. Apparently, eating all the treats in Candy Land impacts your weight. Go figure.

Anyway (lazy segue), I called Lahey Clinic’s Medical Weight Loss Center on my birthday, as planned. Unfortunately, I did NOT plan for their first opening for the introductory session being mid-May. What a drag. All ready to start and another reason to delay it pops into view.

I know. I know. I can start independently. However, willpower and I parted company years ago. I knew it would likely only return under duress, when I became publicly accountable. But, I couldn’t wait any longer.

After my birthday, I started casually cutting back on my intake. I’m not doing anything dramatic or incredibly onerous. I just put fewer morsels in my mouth.

Don’t get me wrong, I still occasionally visit the high fat aisles of the grocery store. I just don’t “live” there anymore. But, it’s definitely a slow weaning process.

Divorcing myself from some of my fav food friends is very hard. It has been a rough breakup. I miss those oh-so-delicious treats a lot. And I really resent all the food commercials on TV taunting me in HD every day. Rubbing salt in my wounds. (Great. Now, I crave salt & vinegar potato chips. Wonderful.)

But, I’m here to report progress…some movement in the right direction. HOORAY!

Last Saturday, I weighed myself and discovered I’ve lost the equivalent of a little more than two 10 lb. bags of potatoes off my back. I would prefer it to be off my butt, but I’m not complaining. We’ll get there soon enough.

Net/net…I’m down 22.2 pounds. A solid start.

Let’s hope the downward trend continues. I will continue limping down the path to decent health and we’ll see what my status is at my comprehensive health exam appointment in mid-June.


About Barbara

Married to Greg, the nicest Greek man in the world. No kids - just two hyperactive Maine Coon cats - Griffin and Harper. Independent consultant. News and political junkie. Diehard social progressive. Movie lover. Book reader. Blog writer. Overweight. Underpaid. Open-minded about everything except closed-minded folks. Occasionally witty. Sometimes wise. Always wise-ass.
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2 Responses to Weight! Weight! Don’t Tell Me!

  1. Greg says:

    As the husband in this journey, I can attest to Barbara’s willpower hiding in a corner. I was tempted to hide as well. Instead, I ventured on my journey a bit earlier and I look forward to my wife joining me in this road to welness.

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