It's slowly coming back to me.
Last week the kids and I had a pizza-and-movie night, as we often do when Mark goes out of town for more than three days; I remembered to order only just enough pizza for the children, to order a sandwich and a large salad for myself, and to save half the sandwich for the next day. That was the first time I'd done that in a while.
A little reluctantly, I'm keeping the stack of nutrition and health books on my night stand to be my "fluff" reading.
I'm polishing off lots of vegetables again, a quart at every lunch and dinner, and some at breakfast too. Crispy cabbage-and-carrot slaws. Coconut curries with tomatoes and broccoli. Tall glasses of tomato juice. Garlic-and-olive-oil-braised collard greens.
All that stuff is pretty easy. Remembering to drink lots of water is hard. Remembering the smallness of an ounce of cheese. Remembering to eat my food slowly. Remembering that after dinner I'm done. It's tough sometimes. I chew a lot of gum, especially when I'm clearing up after meals.
And yet it's paying off. Four more pounds and I'll cross back into BMI-normal territory again (correction) back from BMI-obese into BMI-overweight territory again.
I can hardly believe it's working again. Part of me thought I was "allowed" to get to a healthy weight in 2008 just so I could have a healthy pregnancy in 2009. And here I am in 2010, having the pregnancy weight to lose, and watching it ... get lost. Maybe this really is permanent. Maybe in a few months I'll get to send that e-mail to the National Weight Control Registry: please enroll me in your database of successful long-term weight loss anecdotes.
Some things haven't changed. I can tell I'm on track when I keep looking for warmer clothes to put on, because I'm cold all the time. I'm looking longingly for the sun to come out.
Today, with the baby six weeks old, I got in the pool for the first time, while Mark held the baby. I have a new tankini-type two piece in case I need to nurse, but Leo slept the whole time. Twenty minutes' swim wore me out. I'll get better.
I can't believe Leo is already six weeks old. Where has the time flown?
Posted by: Barbara C. | 15 March 2010 at 04:06 PM