I’m coming up on three months with this new lifestyle of ours, and in the last week, I’ve noticed some things that really surprise me:
1. I’ve lost 22.4 lbs. I really expected it to go like it did when I was on Atkins, where the weight just poured off, almost consistently several pounds a week. It hasn’t done that, but then again, I was only on it for a short time because I quickly got pregnant with Maggie and went back to eating my normal way.
This time, there was a large loss at the very beginning, and then I stayed pretty constant for a while at 15 lbs. lost for about three weeks. I just stayed patient, because what was holding it up was that monthly weight gain from PMS. Once I got past that, I lost another five, only to hit the same thing. But during my first cycle, I gained four lbs. during that time period and then lost nine when it was over to get to my twenty pound mark… this time, when I went through the PMS phase, I kept gaining and losing the same ONE pound. So, hopefully that means I’m back on track.
2. When I gave up wheat, I ovulated almost instantly. The mood swings were brutal the first month. The second month was hard to gauge because I was dealing with something I am pretty emotional about, anyway, but in reality, I think I’ve handled things better than I normally would’ve. My skin, on the other hand is breaking out probably far worse than it ever has. I hope its just detoxing.
3. Now for the really good stuff. I’ve lost twenty-two pounds, but my body is more different than that. I am wearing a smaller clothing size than I did when I was this weight before, even in shirts, and since I don’t mind baggy shirts but felt the need to go down a size, that says something.
4. I WANT to move. I remember one of my doctors telling me one time that it was no shock that I had no energy, My pancreas was working on double overtime. Not only was he right in that, but my pancreas was working so hard because my cells were resisting the sugars that were carrying the energy. They didn’t want it. They were sick of sugar.
I am moving differently, as well. My joints don’t hurt. I’ll tuck my leg under me on the couch when I sit, like I did when I was younger, like I couldn’t until recently. I’ll make movements that I wouldn’t make before, even at this weight. I’m quicker. I actually crave exercise. And it isn’t because I started exercising. I was being gentle with myself and focusing on the food issues first. Having energy made me start. My cells are getting energy through protein and good fats now, and my body is happy.
I went out sledding today with Jeff and Maggie. You couldn’t have paid me to do that a month ago.
Insulin resistance is a disease of muscle wasting. When the muscles are overwhelmed with glucose and cannot absorb any, they waste away. No energy, no wanting to move, etc. But even when I am not losing weight, I am convinced I am losing fat and that my muscles are rebuilding and doing better as they burn off some of that fat.
Even sex is better. And it was dang good.
My body is different. It has to be, because two nights ago, I bought two shirts in a 1X and a pair of jeans that are a size 18. Even allotting for size differences between brands, I haven’t worn these sizes in years…even when I weighed less than I do now.
5. It’s all starting to feel normal. I’ve learned what I can eat and what I can’t. I’ve learned what to do when I go out, and have learned to be gentle on myself there. I will “cheat” and have a steak bowl at Chipotle with rice and beans. I will have corn chips at a Mexican restaurant (and a margarita). I do have chili at Wendys. These are my go-to’s when I need them. But other than that, I feel so good, I can’t imagine wanting to go back to eating the way I did. Jeff can’t either. It’s becoming a lifestyle.
I think the relative slowness with the scale is good, too. I tend to go hard core with things and burn out. Also, with weight loss, there are emotional issues that go along with it, and dropping a few pounds and then sitting there for a little while seems to help me deal with becoming comfortable with each little victory before moving on, and not getting so overwhelmed that I defeat myself.
I didn’t think I could be thankful for celiac disease. That’s a surprise, too. But it has made it so that any time I am kind of tempted, remembering what the reaction is like reminds me that even chocolate cola cake or fettuccine alfredo isn’t worth the week that will follow.
I had been worried about when it was time to change my sleep patterns and sleep in a darker room. The light from the t.v. now bothers me. I don’t want it. It seems out of place. Now to find some decent looking blackout curtains to take care of the lights from the Baptist church’s parking lot.
I’m excited. I want to find what I’ll notice next.