I had an emotional day. I thought about macaroni and cheese a lot. And pizza, and a Whopper. I settled, instead, for a vegan cookie and cup of chai tea at my favorite coffee shop. It was heavenly.
On November 11, 2012 I weighed in at Weight Watchers for the last time. After sixteen weeks on the program I lost exactly 35 pounds, not quite tipping the scale anymore at 182.8. The following week my brother and his family arrived from California, so I missed my next meeting. Then Thanksgiving came around and that was the end of counting Points.
Because I had never lost a significant amount of weight in over a decade, and now I was, I began to believe I could stick with the program, and I would have reached my goal weight by now. I got into a good place of being consistent; posting my pics – something I love to do – and writing about it all was quite fun for me. It helped keep me accountable. Perfection was not something I thought I would attain – far from it – but I was feeling pretty invincible. 1 Corinthians 10:12 came to mind:
…let anyone who thinks that he stands take heed lest he fall.
I didn’t start pigging out, I just quit being careful. As I lost weight, my main goal had shifted from losing weight to being healthy. As I slowly slacked off on eating lots of fruit and veggies daily, the not-as-good food replaced it. And I began to feel sluggish again, and just overall blah. And then I got sick. And got sick again. And again.
Not a week went by when I didn’t intend on getting back to the WW meetings and jumping back into the groove with excitement I would muster up from my memories of past success. I knew what to do because I had been doing it faithfully for four months — so why was I stalled, feeling very much like a broke-down p.o.s car up on blocks in the driveway?
After I had recovered from my last bout of bronchitis, I realized I had to have a serious talk with myself to figure out what the heck was going on, and what was I going to to about it. I was feeling very guilty about hubs paying for a monthly membership that I was not using in any way. At the end of all my thinking, and considering all the ways my body has been going wacky in the past few months; and the fact that I was having some kind of mental block against restarting Weight Watchers, I decided a new plan was in order. The only two musts: real food, and health and disease prevention is the main goal, with weight loss being a great side-effect of the former.
After revisiting my vast library of health and diet books, I decided to go with my conscience and adhere to a vegan diet ~ Eat To Live, McDougall, Engine 2 Diet (Plant Strong), Forks Over Knives, etc.
It is nearly 3 a.m., so that will have to be it for now. I leave with pics of my food from today. Well, now it’s yesterday. I had a small bowl of the leftover Mushroom & Barley soup before working out, then had a big bowl with the quinoa salad for dinner.