Hi all,
I'll start by saying that I hold to 95% of the program and actually don't mind the new lifestyle. At 17 weeks post I'm down 75 pounds, 15 year old suits hang off me like a clothesline, my dress shirts make me look like Batman in white and stuff I bought 3 weeks ago is not long for my world.
Diabetes is GONE and I'm down to 4 meds from 10 with Liptor cut in half and blood pressure so low that the world occasionally takes a spin when I get out of a chair.
With that all said, I am one of those heretical characters who does not believe that the rest of my life is one of total deprivation. If I have a craving for pizza or ice cream or popcorn I go with it albeit in portions that more suit Tom Thumb than my former self.
This morning I bought a New York staple diet item, a hard roll with butter. An example of my new life and education is my discussion with it as it has sat on my desk all day unopened:
Me: Hi roll. You're looking really good today.
Roll: Damn straight. We haven't been together in 2 weeks and it's about time.
Me: Well if I take my time I could get all of you down by the end of the day;
Roll: Well do it man, it's getting hot in this cellophane wrapper.
Me: Except that you would use up 60% of my allowable carbs for the day all by yourself and won't contribute to my energy level or lessen my hair thinning. I think I'll pass but you sit there quietly as a test of strength.
Roll: Wimp.
So there's the major change in my thinking. I'll eat whatever I want BUT I'm always balancing my food budget and thinking about what that roll will cost me. That forces me to decide whether I REALLY REALLY REALLY want whatever it is and a lot of the time I don't.
HMMMMM -- If only we could teach the monkeys in Washington about that concept. Maybe we should make the Sleeve a requirement for election.
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