Wednesday, July 03, 2013
My weight has settled into the mid-180's. I'm not continuing to lose weight rapidly, but it's not coming right back, either. I figure it's now up to me what happens. And given how much I love to eat and since I cannot ride my bike, I need to be very conscientious about my diet.
I made pizza last night. I pretty much always eat half the pizza, even if I'm not hungry. I love our pizzas. Last night's pizza was particularly delicious: freshly-made dough and pesto, roasted chicken, artichoke hearts, and a combination of mozzarella and parmesan. Muy yummy! I cut it in to quarters, and then cut one quarter into small squares. I then ate those squares slowly, savoring each bite.
It worked! Although I was sorely tempted to have more pizza, I did not. (But it took a couple of otter pops to distract me.) And I had another quarter of the pizza for breakfast this morning. I feel pretty good about saying no to eating the whole damned thing. I hopeful this is a sign of good things to come: my self-discipline is getting a work out!
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Ah, le Tour de France. The biggest annual sporting event. The toughest major athletic event. (I think the Race Across America is harder.)
This irony escapes few recreational cyclists: we spend much of July (prime cycling season in much of the Northern Hemisphere) sitting on our butts watching other people ride. (I have friends who put their lives on hold during the World Cup, but that's not an annual event.)
This year, I cannot ride. Doctor's orders. And I'm not working - also doctor's orders. So I can watch the Tour guilt-free. I can watch the live feed (4:30 this morning), take a nap, and watch the prime time broadcast with the Hubs.
Friday, June 28, 2013
I'm down to 184 pounds. For the first time in a looong time, my BMI is less than 30. But I don't entirely trust it.
My body fat reading on my scale continues to go up. That indicates to me I'm dehydrated, despite continuing to drink ridiculous amounts of water. In the first few days after I came home, my blood pressure was really high and I believe it was because I was retaining a lot of water. I'm taking a stool softener which pulls water into the colon; I didn't want to mess with that by taking a diuretic. (My doctor gave me a prescription to a diuretic years ago. I only take it when my blood pressure creeps up too high.) My blood pressure is back to normal and I've shed the water that was lodged in my belly.
I've been more conscientious about what I eat, but here's the shocking part: I'm still eating at least 2000 calories a day. (Tuesday I hit 2500 - that's what I normally eat when I'm riding my bike.) I'm learning that I can actually say no to cravings. The biggest change is that I feel full much more quickly, and eating too much makes me uncomfortable. Perhaps my surgeon did a gastric bypass while she was in there moving things around.
I'm hopeful I can get into the habit of eating more reasonably. While a lot of "diets" would have me eat 1200-1500 calories a day, there is no way I am ever going to follow a eating regimen like that. I could do it for a short period of time, but it's completely unsustainable. And if I can lose weight eating 2000 calories a day - albeit slowly - why would I torture myself and try to survive on 1500? (And trust me, I would be one cranky kitten after a few days of 1500 calories. RawR!)
When I do my round-trip commute, I burn about 1000 calories. It's not uncommon for me to burn 3500 calories on a weekend training ride. A while back, a chubby friend told me, "I don't get it. As much as you exercise, why aren't you crazy skinny?" (She wasn't being mean - it was an honest question.) I laughed and told her she had no idea how much I eat.
I will continue to eat "too much." When I'm riding a lot, I follow the philosophy that one should never go to bed hungry (that's prime muscle-rebuilding time). I also eat every 3-4 hours, even when I'm not hungry and it's not "time to eat." That frees up my lunch hour for a walk, and it ensures I'm fueled for my ride home. (My ride in to work is on an empty stomach. I believe it's better that way because it taps into glycogen stores while my blood sugar is on the low end. The ride is only about 37 minutes, so it's not going to cause me to bonk.) I'm just hopeful that already being down below a BMI of 30 is sufficient motivation to continue eating reasonably.
And on that note, it is time for breakfast!
Monday, June 24, 2013
I'm sitting upright at the computer. That's different.
I'm down to 194 pounds, which lends credence to my thought that my rapid post-op weight gain was water. My belly was a little distended. It's soft, there are no hard spots, and I'm not running a fever, so it's not the kind of distended that warrants a call to the doctor. I mentioned it to Jim. He said it looked to him like my belly was bigger, but he didn't want to say anything (wise choice, darling).
I'm having to deal with hunger. In my normal life, I rarely get genuinely hungry, so hunger isn't something I experience. But I'm fighting off cravings. I know I'm not getting exercise, so I won't be burning off any extra calories. I got out the popcorn popper. I expect to be eating a lot of air-popped popcorn this week. (All that chewing distracts me from cravings.)
I walked around the block last night. I plan to try that three times today (with breaks between each attempt). Jim picked a couple of kohlrabi yesterday, which gave me a lot of kohlrabi greens: I hope to make kohlrabi greens curry tonight. I'm a little tired right now, but it's time for me to start moving a little bit.
But perhaps a nap first ...
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