Trying to lose weight can be very frustrating. I have not announced it to the world but tomorrow I will have been on a weight loss program for exactly one month. My clothes had become a little too snug. To put it nicely, I was getting a bit pudgy.
I began a low carb diet along with a food combining program. This type of diet has always been very successful for me resulting in the weight dropping off almost like leaves falling off trees in the autumn. No sugars. This means not only no cookies, candies, cakes, & pies ... it also means no regular bread, no crackers, no potatoes, no corn, no carrots, & no white rice, among other things. I can eat eggs & meats & cheeses & vegetables not mentioned above. I can eat fruits. I can eat whole grain Ezekiel breads. I don't mix grains with proteins & I eat fruit only an hour before or after a protein or grain meal. I do not eat past 6 o'clock at night. I do not eat huge portions. I drink nothing but tea & water.
My husband decided that he needed to lose some weight as well so he started watching his food intake in his own exasperating man way. Instead of drinking 4 huge bottles of Pepsi each day he has been drinking only 2. He eats stuff like cheese & crackers, meatloaf sandwiches, roast beef sandwiches, mashed potatoes, fried chicken sandwiches, Frosted Flakes, pumpkin shaped cookies with orange sugar sprinkled on them, & great big fat cinnamon rolls. He does not snack throughout the day but he often has a snack late at night ... after 11 p.m. He doesn't exercise at all.
My weight does not want to come off this time around. It appears to have attached itself to my body with a death grip. However, almost every morning my husband comes out of the bathroom with this great big stupid grin on his face which, quite frankly, I want to slap off with every ounce of strength I have left in me. Whereas he has wandered around the house & around the town for many a year wearing pants without belts with his t-shirts draped over them, he now wears his t-shirts tucked in with a belt on his pants. Anyway, he comes out of the bathroom, big stupid grin, t-shirt tucked into his belted pants, & brightly says "Good morning!" This is what he did again this morning & I knew immediately that he had lost more weight. He gets on the scale every morning & almost every morning he comes out here with that big stupid grin.
Now ... keep in mind that this morning I got on the scale & it said I had gained 3 pounds. 3 pounds since yesterday. 3 pounds in a 24-hour period. Yesterday my entire food intake included an egg, a piece of cheese, 2 pieces of Ezekiel bread, a handful of nuts, a slice of meatloaf, & a few cups of tea/water. John ate a big plate of cheese & crackers, a big fat honkin' cinnamon roll about the size of a saucer, another big plate of cheese & crackers, & the aforementioned 2 big bottles of Pepsi. He gets on the scale this morning & it tells him he's lost a pound.
Over the past month this man has lost about 20 pounds. He's looking good & has more energy, God bless him, & I'm happy for him! I really am! But if he doesn't stop coming out here every morning with that big stupid grin on his face I'm going to end up having to eat whatever the state determines that the warden can feed me.
I wonder if I will be able to blog/stitch while in prison? The Happily Incarcerated Stitcher. It has a certain ring to it.