Originally published January 27, 2009
Just a rambling update… go ahead and skip it if you don’t care.
Since my last update about two weeks ago I’ve gotten down to 336, bout 10-11 pounds down in the last two weeks. It’s been nine weeks and I’ve knocked off bout 33 pounds. Had a bit of a flat spot there… along with some general ups and downs. But hey.. I’m almost down to where my license says I weigh.
Going to the gym is not a habit at all yet. The eating better is… getting better… but I’ve lapsed quite a bit in the last week. The fact I haven’t had a major gain back is kind of bugging me though. Dinner at Friday’s last week, lunch at Zantigo’s twice in the last week. Burger and Fries at Applebee’s for lunch today (first time I’ve had fries in over two months).
If I was gaining the weight back I could get some incentive to stop it. I’ve been succumbing to the hunger a bit more. Sure, overall my choices are better than they were just a few months ago. A handful (small handful) of cashews to take the edge off vs just nibbling on more and more over the course of an hour. Or a pack of those 100-calorie pretzels instead of chowing on half a bag of tortillas with salsa and sour cream.
And believe it or not, I’m geting tired of cooking. That’s how I ended up at Friday’s last week… I just did not want to have to come home and make something. I started going for a chicken dish that didn’t look too bad, but I was feeling really hungry and I just *knew* that dish wouldn’t cut it so I went for the shrimp and chicken cajun alfredo. Not good. Well, it was good tasting, but that sauce and those noodles? Not good.
So whose fault is this? Whose fault is it I’m … fat…?
If you listen to the media and politicians, it’s either the fast food industry, or maybe advertisers in general? And let’s not forget ::insert ominous music here:: Trans-Fats! Or how bout those sugar-laced fries at Mickey-Ds? That’s gotta be a class-action lawsuit in the making, no?
Can I blame my genetics? I already blame my parents for bad joints, my nose, and the receeding hair line. I suppose that’s enough guilt for them.
oh! the cows! I mean, all that milk I drank growing up, the cheese on my burgers, and lets not forget the sour cream! What’s chips and salsa, or a Chipotle burrito without a good shot of sour cream with it?
It’s probably just a combination of all of the above and none of the above, mixed in with my own damn choices. But I suppose it doesn’t really matter. There are lots of things that factor in to this, and I have to just keep focused on how the goal of this is not some sort of magic cure for all that ails me. WLS is just another tool to make it easier to get something (in this case losing weight) done.
After all, I could build a house with a hand-saw and a hammer, but give me a chop-saw and a nail gun and I can do it a lot easier, right?
So here I am, bout a month or so out from surgery… still facing down the same problems… still with nobody to blame but myself…
and really, that’s ok.
