There are those of you I will never meet or see, but yet you are wishing me well as I go forward in pursuit of a healthier lifestyle. When I add you to my family, friends, co-workers, and my cardiologist, I have to keep giving it my best. At the same time that I am changing I am trying to promote change in my household. Now that's a real challenge. My husband loves to eat the special healthy dishes I fix for myself, but he wipes out the benefits by putting gravy on the brown rice or wheat pasta I fixed.
My parents, who live with us, are having a happy time with bowls of ice cream and pie or cake and extra salt sprinkled on their veggies and meats. My father was blessed with incredible genes and is 6ft and weighs about 140lbs. I am 5'8" and you will have to wait to get all my numbers. But believe this, my numbers would only be good if I were to receive pounds of gold for my pounds of fat. My mother is 5'3' and needs help with her weight and cholesterol. I have asked them all to join me and I might as well be asking my little Yorkie to learn how to Salsa. So they encourage me to stay the course, but I am on my own.
In fairness to them, none of their numbers are like mine.
Okay, so where am I on my journey? I LOST 10 lbs!!!!!! I can't stand myself. The outline of what was once an hour glass shape is not yet back in view, but the outline of what looked like a 5 to 6 month pregnant woman is shrinking and my clothes are no longer hurting or leaving marks around my waist. As Martha Stewart would say, "That's a good thing." It's like a holiday in my closet. Zippers are closing all the way and buttons are reaching the button holes. I have dropped a whole dress size. Can you believe it? Not too fast though. I am not exactly able to wear 75% of the clothes in my closet yet.
I eliminated salt and my ankle swelling is almost gone along with the ten lbs. No sweets, nothing white, and an occasional red wine is working for me. I eat lots of fresh fruits and veggies, skinless chicken and fish, whole grains, skim milk, beans, nuts and lots of water.
Finally, I am exercising three to four times a week. Water aerobics and swimming work well for me. Machines and floor exercises bore me and I stop. When asked how I am doing, I say, "I'm taking it one meal at a time." Each meal is a success story for me and gives me motivation to approach the next meal with positive thoughts. I know I shouldn't weigh myself every day, but I do. The first wiggle of the arrow to the left of my weight was a real turn on. Now I think I like weighing myself better than sex.
How are you doing? Let me hear from you.