Today is day one. Again. And maybe 6,000 is an overestimate of how many day ones I've had since September 1998. The moment when I fell off the wagon. (There have been 6,202 days in the past 17 years.)
17 years?!? Yikes! I made it to my goal weight for the first time in September 1987. You do the math. I was at goal for 11 years... and then I wasn't. Today I'm 6 pounds heavier than I was the day I first joined Weight Watchers in March 1987. Keeping with this math theme, I got to goal weight in 6 months in 1987. I'm now 17 years older... so maybe it will take me a year or two. But... if I can stick with this over the long haul, no matter what I weigh in 6 months, it will be a whole lot less than I weigh today.
The big jolt today was seeing my triglyceride number today. The highest it's ever been in my entire life. That was scary. My cholesterol has been higher... but my triglycerides have been and continue to be my biggest problem.
I think my husband finally got it. I think. I hope. I pray. He does all the cooking in our house. Well, almost all the cooking. Every once in awhile he puts up with my "healthy cooking." For me, it's easier to have him cook. I think he understands how freaked out I was by that number. More freaked out than by the number on the scale. Or the size of my clothing.
And for the first time ever, ever, while not exactly making separate dinners for each of us, he cooked the pasta and potatoes in a separate pot from the vegetable bean soup he made for me.
The icing on the cake.... just a pun I couldn't resist... was eating his dessert after dinner in the other room while I cleaned up. Icing on the cake... ha, ha, ha. I crack myself up.
Today is day one (again) on myfitnesspal. And tomorrow I'm back in the pool in the morning for water aerobics.
I've got just 23 days until we leave for "the trip of a lifetime" to Italy. Italy. Yes, the place of cannolis and chicken piccata. Here's my logic for doing this now:
a) I've got the fear in me. That triglyceride number was scary.
b) I feel like crap all the time. I've been feeling like crap for a long time. And unless something changes, I will continue to feel like crap. Do I want to leave for a vacation trip to Italy feeling like crap?
c) If I wait, I'll most probably be able to maintain my current weight, as I've been doing for the past year or so. Then I'll go to Italy... and eat some things I could never get at home. It's almost like waiting for Monday to come to "restart a diet." If you notice, I'm writing this on Tuesday. I'm not waiting until Monday. I'm not waiting until after I get back from our trip weighing even more than I weigh now. I'm doing this now. Maybe between now and September 24th, I can make a dent in this weight loss. And hey, if I come home from Italy weighing exactly what I do now, that's okay... because this is the trip of a lifetime. If I don't start today, for sure I won't come home weighing what I weigh today. For sure.
d) I know from experience that the thought "Okay, this is only for the next 23 days" will make it easier to stick to. I can do anything for 23 days. Also from previous experience, I know that any success I have between now and then will be motivating. It will get me into the frame of mind that while I'm on my trip it's okay to eat what I can't get at home... but I don't have to eat the whole plate of it. If I can get it at home, skip it. (Who am I kidding? Most of what I'll see there will not be things I can get at home!) This way of thinking should make it easier to get back to healthy eating once I'm home. I know all this. I do.
Here goes...
Day 1: 49.8 lbs to go
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