R - reflect on the previous 6 weeks - Be honest with yourself, what did you do well, and what could use some work. Post in a blog, or in the chat thread once over the weekend.
BLC 22 commenced early in June and I was battle-weary and worn-down from a nightly struggle with crackers. Yes, I won most days---but it was difficult. I felt deprived and I felt like a stock comic-figure--the fat lady who cannot say no to a cracker. In the meantime, my husband and my son are getting skinnier and skinnier and lament that no matter how much they eat, they cannot seem to stop losing weight.
I used to have lots of fantasies: Lost 10 pounds every time you stand in line. Take a magical ice-cream elixir and your waist emerges at 28 inches! The Magical Tofu Diet: Eat no tofu and the pounds will disappear. Burn 1000 calories an hour while reading. Burn 2000 calories an hour while sleeping. Binge and get a "reverse" calorie effect. Eat a pint of ice-cream and lose 5 pounds! Yes, my fantasy life was a bit laughable. Pathetic yet I understand why I had such magical thoughts: I did not believe I had the magic within me. Since I started becoming loyal to my Spark Program about two years ago, I've emerged from Fantasy Land. I made the connection: I OWN this weight.
This weight is mine. It is not the result of a malignant God. It is not the result of living with skinny men. It is not the Curse of the Spider Woman or the Ancient Egyptian Amulet buried under my house. Nor is it even the result of Ben and Jerry sitting in their Vermont farm-lands and cackling as they imagine me struggling under the burden of Cute Name Ice Cream. While there may be some genetic contributions, my parents were never overweight. Nor were aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. Let's face it: the usual suspect is no other than me.
The first 6 weeks of BLC have been about continuing and improving on my well-established strength-training and cardio and walking. But most importantly they have been about breaking up with CARBS that are not fruits or veggies. I have to remind myself that however dense and somewhat caloric a banana might be, it does not raise my blood sugar the way a hard, slight cracker does. Nor does it send me on a feeding frenzy.
I have learned that no matter what else, a bite of white carb can derail me. I am powerless before a cracker. A grain of rice can make me lose control.
I feel upbeat and optimistic. When I don't eat carbs, I feel "normal" hunger and I do not feel cravings.
I am really committed to the BLC. It seems as if the weekly routine really imposes a very logical and comprehensive way to find health and to keep moving.
Cat picture inserted because it's almost obligatory and you see no carbs in his bowl!