Kudos for driving the speed limit

54 Days until the Colfax ½ Marathon
88 Days until the Loveland Lake to Lake Triathlon
94 Days until the RKC Level II certification
109 Days until the Triple Bypass

Weight (home scale) : 201
Fat Doctor Weight: 203
Measurements:
Chest (full bust): 40 inches
Chest (rib cage): 34 inches
Bicep: 13.5 inches
True waist: 32 inches
Thickest part of stomach: 39.5 inches
Hips: 48.5 inches
Thigh: 28.5 inches
Calf: 18.5 inches


I go to a bariatric physician for weight loss and I meet with the nutritionist once a week. I’ve been doing this since March of 2005. I’ve lost 49.2 pounds in those four years. The slow weight loss is not a reflection on the “fat doctor,” as I affectionately call the office; but rather a reflection of my half measured commitment. The one good thing I have done in those four years is keep going. I haven’t totally given up. There have certainly been days that I say, “Oh f - - - it,” but I keep going back no matter what. I met with my nutritionist this morning and as I suspected my weight was up but not as much as I thought it might be. We talked about my recommitment and the things I need to do. One thing my nutritionist told me, we’ll call her Tammy, is to be sure to give myself credit. I am always ready willing and able to beat myself up when I have a “bad food day” but I never give myself credit for the good things that I do. For instance, yesterday when I donated blood I managed to shove about 900 calories in my mouth. The normal me would have let that derail my entire day. I would have gone by Safeway on my way back to work and picked up a bag of peanut butter filled pretzels and possibly a can of chocolate covered cashews. I would have said to myself, “ah, I’ve already blown the day; I might as well make it really a blow off day.” The new and ever evolving me decided to start my day again and not let my cookie detour take me another 2000 calories off course. So, here’s to me! Someone who has never had to deal with a weight problem or any kind of addiction for that matter probably wouldn’t understand this mentality but I don’t understand theirs either. So we’re even. I guess I have always thought that I didn’t deserve praise for something I should be doing anyway but if it helps me to get where I need to be then I just need to get over it. I think I’ll start patting myself on the back for driving the speed limit too.