Well, the time has come. I must deal with the elephant in the room — no joke intended. My ankles hurt, my knees hurt, my self esteem hurts so something must be done.
I have tried any number of diet attempts — half heartedly, I admit. The only thing that works for me is calorie counting. Plain ol’ weighing, measuring, and keeping a journal. I tried WW on line but it was a hassle as was FitDay. Again – pencil and paper works best for me.
The last attempt at dieting that really brought results, albeit not lasting, was a diet prescribed in a book titled “Is Your Thyroid Making You Fat?” It is a plan of eating no more than 1000 calories a day — whatever you want — shoot 1000 calories worth of Ding Dongs at 6 a.m. if that is what you want — but when you consume your calories, you are done for the day. According to the plan, you do this for 28 days and, at the end of that time if you aren’t dead or too weak to pick up a pencil, you do a number of calculations and it is supposed to determine whether or not your thyroid is working as it should.
At the end of my 28 grueling days my calculations told me that I had lost about 19 pounds (apparently a good amount — really good amount) and that my thryoid was functioning at 150% — probably not such a great thing. Of course, in my usual Melissa fashion, I just dismissed the calculations and concentrated on the fact that if I lost that much weight in 28 days, I could certainly do some major damage to this excessiveness that I carry around every day. I did. I stayed on the diet for 9 months and lost 65-70 pounds. Yay, Melissa!
Nobody told me, however, that I could not sustain myself forever on 1000 calories. After doing extensive reading I learned that it takes about 1600 calories a day just to function! Wow — who knew? Was I doing myself harm? Probably. Did I care? Not a whit. I was getting skinny like I used to be! I was wearing much smaller clothes! I was enjoying shopping!
Then, one fateful day it happened. I was hungry. Not in that “gee, that donut looks really good” kind of way — more like “if I don’t eat something I will probably die” sort of way. I felt sick. Thin but sick. So, that was the end of the gigantic weight loss. It didn’t stay off, a good part of it is now a part of my daily life again and I know that I cannot go back to the 1000 calorie a day thing. Seriously.
I have lost weight one other time in my life and I did it by journaling my food intake and exercising. I am not a public person. I don’t have close friends outside of my family, I am somewhat of a loner and I don’t share every thought that drifts through my head. Therefor, chances are pretty good that I would never, EVER, attend a Weight Watchers meeting.
So……I am using this blog as a sounding board. I am going to post, daily, my calorie intake and my exercise output. I will never disclose my weight whether it is high or low — just like my age — keeping it to myself is a rite of passage of females. I will post my weight loss numbers, if there is any. I am not using my regular page to do this because, well, it is mostly for me. My regular page is for my really exciting stuff — LOL! If my readers want to read it, great. If not, just pass it by. I am sure there will be some ranting and raving and self-loathing so if you don’t want to hear that, just move on along to the good stuff. I think, however, that this might be my answer to Weight Watchers — Melissa Watcher. Yep — and a whole lot cheaper too.
Ok, so this evening, before bed, I will be posting. This is just the first thing in the queue of things to improve myself. I was told, the other day, by a friend that we are of a certain age now and it just doesn’t matter anymore. Well, to me it does. I have just been living like it doesn’t and that stops here and now. I am on a schedule of getting things done for myself personally and for my home. There are a lot of ways to quit living aside from actually dying. Am I getting older and wiser? Maybe. But I don’t want to get older and fatter so here goes!