Archive for May, 2013


A Word About Brunches

I used to go out to fancy brunches for Mother’s Day and such, and after various people, especially my mother, would say that they had eaten so much they wouldn’t be hungry for the rest of the day. I always thought it was kind of sick that they would eat so much that they wouldn’t be able to eat a normal dinner. I would always want dinner. Perhaps six hours later instead of the usual four, but I was always interested in dinner.

Of course I had eaten several bagels (a plain one with cream cheese and lox and something sweet like a chocolate or cinnamon raisin bagel with just cream cheese), and several desserts, maybe a Belgian waffle or two with strawberries in syrup and whipped cream, breakfast potatoes, and usually my prime rib as a sandwich on some type of roll. It was carb heaven. No wonder I was hungry so quickly.

At this year’s buffet I ate lox and cream cheese (no bagel), shrimp, tomato and mozzarella salad, bacon, salmon, prime rib, an omelet, and berries and cantaloupe. I had intended to treat myself to something, and when I saw the mini eclairs, I picked that. One bite told me it had been frozen, and the dough was mushy. I left half of it. (I plan to have a real one for my birthday.)

We met at 2:00. We were done eating by 4:00. And I went home and didn’t eat. I was a bit hungrier than usual the next morning, but not horribly so.



One week ago I was really stoked to report that I’d lost 15 pounds. Today, a week later, I’ve lost another 6.8. I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but something changed, and, WOW! I actually hit 20 on Sunday morning, but I didn’t bother to crow about it because it was Mother’s Day, and I was having brunch at the East Bank Club with Mom. I did go up half a pound, but now I’m down over a pound.

I’m trying to figure out what’s causing it. I have felt that I wasn’t losing fast enough. I’ve been going down a bit over two pounds a week, which is supposed to be normal for dieting, but I would expect it to be more, somehow.

Here’s the thing, though. I have a memory of being on this diet before and losing 40 pounds in ten weeks. Since tomorrow marks eight weeks since I started, I was really kind of freaked that I had barely hit 15. But I just went and looked at the weight loss chart for my 2010 attempt, and I’m pretty much on track. It’s hard to tell because I’m numbering the weeks differently—I really have to do a table—but I didn’t reach 40 pounds until my 21st week last time, so I’m doing well.

As for causes, I’m making sure to drink enough water, even on the weekends, and trying to get enough sleep. The only really new thing is I’ve been eating yogurt with sugar free jam. I wonder if that is it. I’ll have to buy more yogurt when I go to the grocery store.


Still Going

I haven’t posted in over a month. I ran into a bit of an issue after I recovered from my head cold. I didn’t eat or drink much for a few days and lost tons of weight. Of course I put it back on as soon as I started eating again, and it was very depressing to have to fight it back off.

I don’t like not posting here. It feels like not weighing. It feels like the beginning of falling off track. Keep posting. Don’t eat your feelings away.

So, here is what happened in a month

  • I attended my sister’s birthday party in South Bend. I asked about a special meal and got it. (It was repulsive, but that wasn’t her fault. Ugh, but I hate mushrooms.)
  • I attended my sister’s birthday dinner with my mother. I stuck to my diet.
  • I discovered that both Daz and Linda have stopped having candy dishes. Well, Linda has a little bit now. I guess I was one of the few people putting money in it.
  • I took mom and Stanley out to dinner and stuck to my diet.

At those dinners I did things like dip my fork in chocolate sauce and eat a miniscule french fry. I decided to do it, did it, and stopped.

Today is the 50th day of my diet. Two days ago I hit a milestone, and I hit another one today. On Tuesday, I was down 15 pounds. Today I’m down 16.2, which means I’ve hit 350.

Let me repeat. I’ve hit 350.

I’m walking easier. I’ve walked four times from the Clarendon bus stop home when the buses were being awful. I walked once from home to Broadway. My ankles move now. Before they felt locked in, and I had to concentrate not to waddle like a fat chick. My knees move easier. (Mostly. Today my legs hurt.)

I’ve also given up Diet Pepsi. I drink Crystal Light now, and sometimes iced tea when I go out. I sleep better, I think, without the caffeine, and feel more alert even when I don’t sleep well.

According to projections, I will reach 325 by 31 July. I want it to be 11 days earlier, on my birthday or before that. For one thing, I’m having an eclair on my birthday. Either that or frozen yogurt from the build-your-own-yogurt place that opened on Division.



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