Tuesday, May 20, 2014
So I'm trying to get my act together again for one last finale of weight loss before we try to get pregnant (in about 2 mos from now, and I don't want the gestational diabetes). But the thing is that tons of stressful stuff is happening now: we are coming to the end of residency (medical), trying to finish up some projects is turning out to be more challenging than expected, we are preparing for a move , preparing for new jobs, there is a window of a few days in which we can actually move, and the rental market in the new city was freakin brutal (nothing stayed on the market more than a few days, and people were paying waaay over listed price for things just to get a place). I'm so ready to move on, but at the same time, I think my inner psyche can't handle change. Also, my best friend that I grew up with just had a baby, and I think this is causing my biological clock to tick louder and focus on all of the life-stuff I have delayed for medical school/residency. Sometimes I wonder if my life is passing me by while I am on this career path..... I digress...
The good news is that we finally found a place to live and have a fully signed lease, and I have started exercising again- both on the stationary bike and returning to 30-day shred. Yay me...
The bad news is that I sabotage all good efforts with my snacking at night. I just keep eating. There is no end.
Perhaps some good news is that I'm quickly eating through anything I like snacking on, and will eventually run out? But hopefully it won't come to that. But even then, I'm a very resourceful person, and I'm sure I will find something else =p.
I thought that once we had a singed lease and a place to live, I would chillax a little more on the eating front. That I wouldn't just graze every night after dinner. but that hasn't happened.
A piece of good news is that I've still been watching the scale, and I have not yet gone above 180 again.... I don't ever want to go back there. Getting and staying in the 170s was a HUGE milestone for me. Getting past 170 about mean that I'm no longer obese, which would be such a great accomplishment, but I KEEP EATING.
Ugh... it's not even hunger. It's all in my head. But at least I'm exercising. That's something, I guess.