24 posts tagged “weight loss”
I forgot about the mid-term thing that happens to instructors each semester. In addition to keeping up with class prep and general administrative stuff related to teaching, there is usually a boatload of papers, assignments and mid-term tests that all seem to arrive at the same time. You can try to plan it out differently, but it always seems to happen that there is a time crunch in the middle of term. You can't ask more of students earlier, in terms of major assignments, as they are just getting their feet under them. You really have to get some work in, assessed, graded and returned to them so they know where to improve before the end of term. As of last night, I'm done with the bulk of it. I'm behind on a few things but that will get all caught up by the end of the day today.
I've had several weeks of practically no unstructured time at all. Even my social engagements have been blocked in as has prep time to cook for friends, which I'm always thrilled to do. I love that so much. So, I don't mean to say that "no unstructured time" = "no fun". It has had to be calculated, planned-for fun. And there has been plenty of it, I'm happy to say.
But if I don't get some time to putter around my house, write, stare out the window, sip my coffee, listen to CBC, blog, write some more ... I'm going to bust a vessel in some critical place, I swear.
Here is my new favourite lamb curry recipe. I have no idea if it is "low fat" but it doesn't use any coconut milk or other dangerously thigh-busting ingredients. The "rich" taste comes from cooking down apples, raisins, onions and lemons. (I always use more onions than called for, and I always buy the "sweet" onions, even for cooking.) Here is my new "standard" channa masala, which appears to be vegan. I love the vagueness of some of the measurements here - It really does mimic how I cook. I made this Baked Seitan from a recipe right here off Method's Vox blog about vegan cooking, and it totally rocked, although I don't recommend it in a curry. As happens in the blogosphere, I have no idea who this person is, but she takes photographs of vegan food that make this omnivore think twice. And her recipes rock.
I think I'm going to spend a chunk of this winter learning how to make better curries, although the folks who have sampled the lamb seemed pretty pleased with my efforts. I think I can do better, especially if I can find more "low-fat" recipes.
Because I forgot about the mid-term thing, I booked a bunch of social stuff into these last few weeks. I wouldn't change any of it ... might spread it out a little more next time. :-) This past weekend was a big "foodie" weekend, as was the weekend previously ...
Thursday night, late after class: Shopping for cooking projects. I was the woman staggering out of Bulk Barn at 10:00 p.m. carrying items I only vaguely understood how to use. Like "nutritional yeast". What the hell is that?
Friday: Cooking curries, baked seitan, vegan meat loaf ... almost all day.
Friday night: Ethiopian Food with Jan. I really want to book their coffee ceremony sometime. The place smells so invitingly of frankencense and other spices. A really cosy, yummy spot.
Saturday morning: Breakfast with Cate, which is alway a treat. We restricted ourselves to poached eggs and eschewed, rather than chewed, breakfast meats. So well behaved, we were.
(Insert frantic grading and house-cleaning here)
Saturday evening: The long-promised home cooked vegetarian meal for the Woman With Beautiful Arms (WWBA). This followed me being put through my paces at the gym as I too wish to acquire beautiful arms. I hope chick peas have sufficient requisite protein for muscle repair.
Sunday morning: After another frantic cleaning / grading session, I joined a group of dim sum lovers at the Bright Pearl on Spadina for a total dim sum blow-out.
(Insert further grading, final food prep and frantic ironing here.)
Sunday evening: The long promised curry dinner for R and M-A. Freddie was a most excellent hostess and made her guests feel right at home.
Monday morning: Get up at 5:45 a.m. to do some power skating.
Just had to throw that last one in ... :-)
Somehow, after all that food, I managed to weigh in yesterday at my lowest all-time weight since starting to focus on weight loss, and I lost 1.25 inches off my waist in a week, which is a bit shocking.
There isn't a single item I would change or trade in the above itinerary - loved it all. Having so many terrific, amazing and beautiful people in my life is such a blessing and makes me very happy. What I excluded here was discussion of the time commitment to my dog, who has been with me for most of October, and the management of a new client that I took on earlier this month. I think I need a breather. :-)
(Note to Readers: The Handbasket, i.e. this blog, will shortly be moved to a new home, after two years of cozy comfort here at Vox. The link to the new home will be made available when the switch is all set up, likely within the next few weeks. I hope you will join me there!)
Here is a partial list of the foods I plan to eat in my birthday week, starting with Jeffmas on Sept. 27:
- KFC (one piece only - that stuff'll kill ya ... )
- Big Mac
- Pasta with blue cheese, asparagus, shrimp and pancetta
- Indian Food @ Trimurti
- Blue cheese on anything (everything?)
- Ace bakery baguette with some kind of crumbly old cheese (probably not the whole baguette ...)
- Bacon
- Sausage (the good stuff)
- Portuguese Custard Tart
- Dark chocolate
- Peanut Butter Cookies from Tim Horton's
- Cake, preferably chocolate, with icing
- Butter cookies from Kaivalya
- A cheesy croissant
- If Lex were to volunteer gnocchi, I wouldn't turn'em down.
This was one of those oddly haphazard days in which interesting things kept happening, sort of out of the blue. Mostly good things, but not all ... in fact, let's just do a little breakdown, shall we?
The Good
The Phone Call: I made one phone call, signed and faxed back a document, and saved myself about $2K. Good phone call, that was.
The Work-Out: Last time I worked out at the gym, Sunday, I wasn't able to finish my full weight routine. I finished my cardio, I got part way through the strength training and my muscles said, "Mmmm ... no." So I stopped. I've been told to pay attention to what my body says. Monday was hockey (cardio), Tuesday more hockey (cardio) and, today, I did the gym thing again. I whizzed through my sets - I don't mean I hurried. I mean I was able to do two full sets of everything for the first time. I guess my body just needed more time to re-build. I'm ready to raise the weight on the gravitron and to increase the reps on the fearsome free weight rowing thing that I have a love/hate relationship with. I can do 2 x 20 back extensions, no sweat. (Well, some sweat.) Progress!
The Weigh-In: Went from the gym to my weighing in place. I was pleased to find out that EVEN with the pizza on Monday (twice!), the dreaded Tim Horton's cookie and illicit corn chips on Tuesday ... I am STILL at my lowest weight ever since second year undergrad. I've lost 66 lbs in total. Even more exciting, although my weight maintained this week (a miracle), my inches dropped dramatically. I lost 2.25 inches in one week, almost entirely around my waist/abdomen. Total inch loss: 54. I shrinketh!
The Feedback: Got some amazing feedback out of the blue today. An online buddy from another site took the time to tell me in some detail how much she liked my blog, which was really lovely. (Thanks!) Then, this evening, I get word from a former student who has just got ANOTHER promotion. This fellow is smart, talented, extremely focused and hard-working. He didn't get any of that from me, but he was kind enough to thank me for my contribution to his career progression, which was really nice to hear. Especially this early in the school year. Keeps me motivated and focused, too.
The Confirmation: It is official - five of my favourite muscians are coming to my party next week. Four members of Kindred and Beth ... hurrah! Now, we're cookin' with gas ...
The Sale: I usually don't look at advertising flyers. Such things tend to go directly into the recycling bin that is strategically positioned right beside our mailboxes. But, today, one caught my eye. My fav store is having a sale and the thing I need most - semi-dressy pants for teaching - go on sale tomorrow. Some people shop at stores like, oh, Fluevog and Holt's ... me, I'm a Mark's Work Wearhouse kinda gal. Winner's, Goodwill and Value Village are right up there, too.
The Not-So-Good
The Productivity Lapse: I did get a lot done today. Just not as much as I wanted. Poo.
My Screw-Up: Someone sent me a funny riff on Sarah Palin and the Republican take on things through e-mail and, without fact-checking, I just slapped it up on my FaceBook. It amused me. I trusted the source. I was hasty. Well, moments ago, I just got called out on it as a couple of the facts are a bit wonky. I could delete the whole thing, comment and all, and pretend it didn't happen. But I think I'm going to leave it. It will keep me humble for next time ... lol ...
If Wishing Made It So: One of my friends who had been looking forward to my party now can't come and I wish she could. So does she.
The Bizarre
I can't actually decide if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it is a big thing. I've been a member of a particular online discussion community since December 2001. These forums were part of the online presence for a well known, glossy lesbian magazine. Sometime, oh, 2004 or 2005, I was asked to become a moderator of these forums, along with 6-7 other long-standing members. The quality of the forums currently is questionable, but it did have its golden era a few years ago. Politics. Sex. Sexual politics. Humour (lots of it). Art. Popular Culture. Debate. Witty, and often just juvenile, repartee. Like an online global coffee shop.
I've met some fine fine people through these discussion forums. I've learned a lot, and I've made my contributions.
My routine in the morning includes ... make coffee, turn on computer, check e-mail, check FB, check the forums. As a moderator, I'm looking more for trolls and skanky postings than interesting discussions. I nailed a racist joke the other day and I was pleased about that. Anyway, this a.m., I do my thing and ... no forums. Gone. Vanished. No re-direct, no "we are down for maintenance, please come back later" ... just ... gone.
It is a bit like showing up at the playground that you always go to and finding that the city has plastered it over with concrete and fancy glass/steel monstrosities that you can't interact with. You, and all your friends, as well as the collection of school yard bullies, misfits and shy observers are standing behind a chain link fence, looking at where there used to be well-worn greenspace, climbing apparatus, and stuff that you could hurt yourself on if you weren't careful. But it was OUR playground, dammit!
I feel very mixed about this. The manner in which this has occurred is really, well, cheap and disrespectful. No warning, not much of a contingency plan that I have a lot of faith in. I think the plug has been pulled. To be completely frank, the forums were attracting a much less engaging demographic than they need to really thrive and I was finding it quite tedious and difficult to stay engaged. But ... just pulling the plug like that? Brutal.
On Balance ...
Life is like this, isn't it? Hopefully more good than bad, and the occasional thing that makes you go "Huh?" In between, there are bills to pay, laundry to do, mistakes to make, lessons to learn, and deep thoughts to think. This was the kind of day that makes me glad to be around ... I get to do it all.
This entire year that I've been romping around in the real world, as opposed to being tied to an academic desk of sorts, has been transformative. The summer, in particular, has put some fabulous flourishes on the canvas.
I'm still processing it all, still putting pieces together, finding the connective tissue. What an amazing year. How lucky I have been, how blessed. How humbled I feel, to be so enriched by life at the moment.
I'm actively working on several posts that start to put shape to what I'm going on about here, but they are unlikely to hit a monitor near you for at least a week, maybe more. See, the Summer of 08 is not yet over, and I'm heading north to explore Manitoulin Island on my bicycle, along with a bevy of lovely women on an adventure tour. Do stay tuned.
The Summer of 08 ... not over yet ... maybe Bryan Adams will write a song ...
PS ... total weight loss = 61 lbs. Over 48 inches down, across 15 measuring spots, head to toe. I'm melting! Must be all the rain.
Learned to sing songs in Croatian, Macedonian, and Bulgarian. The Bulgarian one was crunchiest, harmony-wise, and very challenging. Yum.
Learned a new definition to the word "hurtling": The sensation of being on a bike, going downhill at 46.75 kmph towards loose gravel. (See beyond the gravel ... look past the gravel ...)
Snuggled with children and dogs.
Purchased a size 14 bathing suit. Size of last bathing suit purchased, about five years ago: 22. This constitutes a new definition of the word "satisfying".
Remembered the sensation of being on a bike on a lonely road in the country surrounded by sweetgrass and freshly mown hay, listening to crickets and bullfrogs.
Remembered the sensation of being on a bike on a lonely road in the country being chased by an angry territorial dog.
Learned a new card game.
Reached out for friends; found them.
Had doors close, and new ones open.
Found a vocal coach for the fall.
Gave into temptation in the form of butter tarts, s'mores, cinnamon toast and rainbow cake.
Resisted temptation in the form of wine and beer.
Gave stuff away. Acquired more stuff. Why doesn't this part end?
Lost only one night's sleep over something that would have normally had me upset for weeks. New definition for the word "progress".
Still pondering why I left creative theatre/performance work in the dust 20+ years ago. No answers yet.
So, I've signed up for this bike tour of Manitoulin Island in August. 30-50 kms a day, I'm told. And, I'm told I have to "get ready" for this. OK. I'm up for it.
The list of things to pack has arrived and it refers to "gear". My bike has gears on it, but I don't think this is what they mean. I have a helmet. Is there more? Yes, apparently. I need:
gloves
special pants (two pair)
special shirts (UV protective, wicking moisture away, etc.)
all-weather gear
maybe special shoes
It wasn't this complicated when I was 10 and biking about 7 kms (one way) a day back and forth to the local pool. I had a bathing suit and a towel. I may have been wearing shoes on occasion. I gather this is a bit of a different kettle of fish.
I like the idea of the gloves, which I've been meaning to get anyway because I can use them in my circuit training several times a week. But the bike pants? I've seen people wearing these pants and they look all athletic and muscular and really rather intimidating in them. The bike shop I'm loyal to (an independent) is a pretty messy, testosterone-laden place and, no, they don't have a change room for me to try on the impossibly small-looking "women's" bike pants, obviously erroneously labeled "L" for "Large". I can't imagine these fitting over one leg never mind hauling up to my waist.
Yet, I'm being asked to pay an outrageous sum of money for this scrap of nylon with a diaper implant. Without even trying the item on. The shop owner assures me that I can return them if they don't fit. As long as the labels are intact. He holds his hand out for my credit card and taps his foot impatiently. Or at least I imagine that is what he is doing. I can't really tell because there is a display counter filled with "bike gear" between me and him.
Happily, my weighing-in place is four doors down from my bike shop, and they graciously allow me to use their washroom to try these special diaper pants on. Quickly, I am put in mind of the situation a few months ago in which I purchased a dress for the first time in 25 years and, yes, pantyhose. I bought three pair of nylons knowing full well that I would blow through at least one pair just in the attempt to put them on. And I was right. Here I was again, dragging what seem to be highly fragile fibres across the resistant flesh on my legs and hips, mumbling a variety of obscenities and being absolutely certain that my fingers are going to rip right through this thin material any second in my strain to get these things covering all the bits they are supposed to cover.
To my complete and utter amazement, they fit, sort of. They look silly as hell, and I feel like I'm wearing Depends, but I got the damn things on. I do not look muscular, athletic or intimidating ... but I am a work in progress.
Do I really need them? Do I really need special shoes? And those clippy things? Really?
I may have mentioned to some that I have a big blog post coming about Pride. It is still in its birthing stages as my virtual life is currently taking a backseat to my actual life.
However, I have just returned from the place that does my weighing in thing. This was my first visit since Pride - I figured I needed a few days to drop the pounds I must have gained with all the:
- wine (an embarrassing amount)
- beer (not as much as the wine)
- hot dog
- bbq beef on a bun
- dim sum with Lex&Ger, Jeff and Vicki
- chips
- ice cream ... TWICE!
- boob cake, courtesy Courtney. Chocolate and vanilla. One of each.
- I don't remember what I ate at Pam's. I think there were chips and I think I brought them. Actually, most of that evening is a bit foggy except for a few sweet moments early on that are most definitely not foggy. I also remember the bit at the end where I had to crawl over a very tall fence to get out of the fenced garbage area that I'd become entrapped in. But, I digress ...
- Did I mention the dim sum? That was a whole lotta dim sum ... maybe the guylian saved me ...?
In short, I went to diet hell for several days. But, I'm back now ... and I'm down 3.5 pounds for a total of 58 lbs. I really don't understand how this is possible. Divine intervention, perhaps. Anyway, here I am, down 58 and ready for the final 32. Whoa.
One of the more enjoyable aspects of my teaching practice involves guiding students through the process of problem-solving. In particular, I'm the hard-ass (a quote from a former student) who demands that teams dig all the way down, sort out symptoms from actual causes, to define, in a single sentence, the actual problem that they are attempting to solve. The word "solution" is tossed around technology circles in a manner distinctly out of proportion with the word "problem". Without understanding the exact nature of the problem, most attempts at "solutions" are less than likely to succeed - a waste of resources, in my opinion. Problem-definition is a tedious and frustrating exercise, especially in a cross-cultural, cross-functional team environment. The reason I love teaching it is that when the light bulbs go on, and the analytical rigour pays off, each successful student has a tool they can apply to their own lives in any circumstance, to their workplace, to their relationships to an extent ... even to themselves if they choose to go there.
As you can imagine, my students, the ones who actually show up, like me a whole lot better at the after-party than they do prior to the final exams.
I think it is telling that the student who called me a hard-ass did so over ice cream a few weeks after she graduated. She was looking for some guidance in finding employment and she seemed to know I'd be ok with this descriptor. She was right. Not so much of a hard-ass that I couldn't be approached to join her for ice cream, I guess. Apparently, I was also called "The Time-Keeper" which strikes me as being kind of benign, really, as name-calling goes. I gather this is in reference to my penchant for giving teams specific lengths of time in which to complete tasks. "OK - here is this three paragraph case - each team has 15 minutes to read through, discuss, and respond to the two questions below ... GO!" Yeah, my classes sometimes have a sort of boot-camp-esque quality to them. At least I don't ask any student to "give me 20" if they don't complete the tasks on time. Honest.
Nonetheless, imagine my joy when I find that one of my key clients wants me to add a service level clause to an agreement that I am working on demanding that an external organization follow a recognized root cause analysis process when approaching problems. Rapture!
Recently, I've been hoist by my own petard on this issue of root cause analysis. Here is generic version of a conversation I have about three times a week:
Kind, Interested Person: So ... what is the single biggest factor that has resulted in your successful weight loss?
Me: Well, I think the single most important thing I had to do was decide I was ready, that I really wanted it. After I really made that commitment, it was just a matter of finding the right "program" that would work for me.
So far, so good, right?
As I've thought about this, I realize I've been lying all this time. (Sorry.) For me, there is a deeper root cause than the decision and the commitment. Good critical analysis methodology will lead the questioner to ask "why" until there is an endpoint.
Why was I ready ... what drives the commitment, the decision?
The flip response to this is that I'm doing it simply because I can. Not to prove that I can ... but because I'm coming to a place in my life in which I am starting to banish my ghosts and fully appreciate what I'm capable of. This is roughly the same driver/motivator that got me into, through, and successfully out of, the MBA. I knew I could do it, so therefore I had to.
I'm so very incredibly lucky. I have a healthy body, cancer-free (so far), and otherwise disease-free. My mind is clear and strong. Physically, and in so many other ways, all the parts work. I fire on all cylinders, so to speak. I have a roof over my head, access excellent quality food, and an ability to prepare it properly. I get to drink clean water, right out of my tap if I like. I'm blessed in so many other ways ... I have a lifetime of complex experiences that I've tried to learn from. I have had an excellent formal education. I have the pure, unadulterated luxury of time to enjoy excellent music that moves my mind and my heart, to indulge in culture, friends, extended family, lovers ... I think of people who would give their right arm to have been granted the life I live right now. If I don't stretch myself, pour myself into my life fully, I feel as though I'm squandering this amazing opportunity, this outrageously blessed life I've been given to live. If I am going to pour myself into my life, fully, I need to stay healthy, in all respects. To do otherwise feels vaguely irresponsible and wasteful.
There is another piece to the "because I can" motivator.
We are, some of us, trained to disrespect ourselves, to de-value so many aspects of our lives, not believing our actions to be significant, important or impactful in any way. Like so many people, I received really mixed messages as a child. I was told by my mother that I could do anything, anything at all that I put my mind to. I would then be informed, forcefully, by my much older brothers, whom I worshiped and whose love and approval I sought constantly, that everything I did was worthless and unimportant. I fight this internal battle between these two competing forces all the time. I will take some important step or reach some achievement, personally, professionally or spiritually, enjoy a moment of satisfaction - or, more often than not, eye-brow raising surprise - and then immediately dismiss it as being irrelevant. It is how I'm programmed. This makes it extremely difficult to really find satisfaction in the things that others, looking in from the outside, view as "successes".
I sense that I'm not alone in this kind of programming.
Henry Ford reportedly said, "Whether you think you can, or you think you can't, you are right." Depending on where one places one's locus of control, this can either read as inspiring or threatening. I've seen it both ways at different times in my life but, at the moment, I see a third element that I've missed until now. The actor/thinker grants themselves (or is granted) a great deal of power to decide, either way. So, I'm developing my own version of this philosophy. It goes something like this: If I think something is important and worthwhile, or if I think it isn't, I am right. No one else can decide this for me.
There are a series of things I'm trying to put in place in my life that will help me keep moving forward in a positive way. These things feel "important". Weight loss is only one of them, but it does seem to be the most visible. The point is, I get to choose the belief system that will support this part of my journey, and I'm choosing to believe that I can do this, and that it is important.
Some days, my self-talk veers dangerously close to some
kind of mutant lesbian feminist Tony Robbins which can be a bit startling, especially as a visual. Thank goodness that, with the exception of this particular posting, I'm the only one who hears it.
Haven't posted much about food lately. I'm such a foodie. This diet is killing me. Sigh. So I've been both bad and good this weekend.
Bad: Pizza from Magic Oven. OK so not "bad", actually so very very good. This one is the Gourmet Meaty Pizza (proscuitto and some other stuff, artichoke hearts, garlic spinach, two kind of cheese) and I had them add roasted red peppers. Mmmm ...
Between the beer, pizza and GlenLivet ... I was up three pounds the next day. Damn. :-)
Good: Sunday a.m. Breakfast.
Two eggs scrambled with cottage and mozzarella cheese, spinach, red peppers, mushrooms and onions. Sliced fresh tomato with fresh basil, kosher salt and drizzled with aged Italian balsamic. Guatamalan fair trade organic coffee with stevia (the other white powder from Columbia) and hazelnut "real" cream.
If this diet adventure has taught me anything, it is that I sure do like my carbs. As I review my food diary over the months, it is clear that I have the hardest time sticking to the extremely low carb amounts that are recommended.
I should be more specific as "carbs" are found, of course, in fruits and vegetables too - but that isn't what I'm talking about. If I were as addicted to fruits and veggies as I am to Ace Bakery Baguettes, then I wouldn't be so overweight, now, would I? No - what I'm talking about is the fabulous four of bread, rice, pasta and potatoes. BRPP for those of us who are fond of acronyms. Turns straight into sugar and gets applied directly to the thighs.
Carbs also mean alcohol and sugary baked goods, but I don't have so much of an issue avoiding these, except for the carrot cake at the downtown Y. I indulge here about once every two weeks. It calls to me after my workout, as it sits there in its little hand-wrapped portions with the yummy cream cheese icing. I picture that it is made by some little old lady who uses only organic ingredients and donates her baked goods to the Y. It is probably made by some multi-national conglomerate and I'm just trying to rationalize my diet deviance.
The occasional glass of wine hasn't been an issue. Neither, surprisingly, was the over-consumption of rum and tequila a few weeks ago. I have studiously avoided beer, much to the amusement of my hockey buds, since June 2007. Again, not so much of an issue as I've found beer to be an acquired taste anyway. Popcorn, which forms an entire food group for me, also hasn't held me back and I still make popcorn, with oil, and butter, two or three times a week. Admittedly, I'm making half as much as I used to, so maybe that has something to do with it.
Nope - for me, it is BRPP. Potatoes have been the easiest to take off this list. I don't make them much at home, and the double issue of fats + carbs presented by french fries really does take them right off the list of possibilities when I'm eating out. Although, when a basket of fries presents itself after hockey, I have been known to indulge.
Rice is a mystery to me. How is it that a staple eaten by so many cultures in such quantities can give a white chick like me such trouble? I'm told it has something to do with genetics and metabolism. I do believe this, but I wonder why it doesn't work out that, given my British/German DNA, I can't drink all the beer I can handle without packing on the poundage. In any case, I love rice. The thing is, I love rice because it does such a good job at soaking up things like, oh, butter chicken sauce. Fried rice cake is the foundation of sushi pizza and soaks up gallons of soya sauce, which is SO good and SO out of bounds for me. Bad rice. The rice of temptation. Wicked.
Pasta is something I would eat daily if I could get away with it. I make the BEST meat sauce and there is nothing like pasta (usually spaghettini or linguine) and my sauce with a dollop of cottage cheese and a sprinkle of romano. Oh, and a drizzle of olive oil. I have managed to work this in occasionally, through the magic of portion control, and I'm not doing too badly here. I go through phases with pasta. We are arm's length friends at the moment.
Bread is the biggie. Where I'd eat pasta daily and happily, I'd have bread every meal if I could. WITH pasta. Some people do this ... cereal or english muffin or toast for breakfast ... sandwich for lunch ... bread at dinner. Assorted muffins and croissants for snacks. I simply can't eat like that anymore, ever again. The treat I miss the most, and I whine about this to my friends so regularly, is the Ace Bakery Baguette and crumbly old cheese. A few (high fat) olives perhaps. And, of course, a glass of wine. Civilized, yes. Supportive of weight loss, no.
Bread sneaks in where it shouldn't. An English muffin here, an 10" wrap there ... and suddenly I look at my food diary and I've tripled my daily bread allotment without even thinking.
So here is my experiment for the day. I'm going to try "No Carb Tuesday". I had my breakfast without bread or cereal of any kind and I survived, and I've now managed lunch without carbs of any description. I can't do this every day, but I wonder if I could do it, say, twice a week?
Could you?
Addendum: According to my weigh-in last week, and again Monday, I maintained the 52 lbs lost (yay)! Not only that, I'm the first client of the location that I go to who has lost 50+ lbs. They want to put my picture on the wall. I've said I'll think about it. I'd refer that my picture go on the wall when I hit my target loss of 90 lbs. So ... we'll see. :-)
