I haven’t had much to blog about lately. The subject of my weight seems to be the common thread to my attempted blog posts, and who wants to listen to a menopausal woman whine about her weight. No matter how hard I try to talk about health as opposed to weight it doesn’t work out.
Over the past year I have been attempting weight watchers, tried My Fitness Pal and counting calories, and developed the ability to have an anxiety attack over the mere sight of a pound of butter. The realization, or epiphany if you will, came the other day when I realized I was using the Weight Watchers program, while simultaneously counting calories through My Fitness Pal. After reviewing my progress over the last year, I have managed to gain 10lb. I further realized how nutso I’ve gotten with this whole scerario when we went to a Christmas dinner/dance the other night. I passed on the starter of soup and watched my slim friends at the table enjoy not one, but two bowls each. I then took the smallest piece of lasagna, passed on the potatoes, hyperventilated over the fact that the salad was tossed with oil and vinegar. Then, I nearly passed out when someone offered me the bread basket.
Obviously, what I’m doing isn’t working.
That doesn’t sound fun.
Oh, hun. I remember this feeling all too well. Until I had my surgery, I thought I’d never conquer the weight. I’m happy to report that while I seem to play with about 7 lbs of the 131 that I lost, I seem to be able to keep myself in that range. (THANK THE EVER LOVING LORD IN HEAVEN ABOVE!!!) I wish you love. I know that sounds stupid, but I think it may be the answer where weight is concerned. You have to love yourself anyway. (Yeah – it didn’t work for me, either … but then I am hardly a bikini model at present.)
The only words of advice I have are these: HIGH protein. No bread. Sweet potatoes rather than white. Eat your fruit separately from anything else and cut out pop and sugary drinks. (and alcohol … but let’s be real here … just keep it to a minimum if you can) Oh … and absolutely NO aspartame or microwave popcorn! They have both been linked to obesity – and they are both FULL of poison.
Best of luck! I’ve missed you.
By the way … I like that I get a spot in your blog picture. HEE! The dragonfly, that is. You know how everything is about me, right? D