MyFitnessPal, you bring harsh reality!

So, I've been entering my food and exercise in the MyFitnessPal.com food and exercise journals.  Turns out cutting down carbs is a HECK of a lot harder than I thought.  I thought I was doing good, but dang, carbs are everywhere.  And I can't just not eat.  My calories average around 700 and I'm supposed to be at 1200.  Bad me.

Week 2 Review

It's getting a little easier, but I'm getting tired of salad.  I broke on Saturday again, but instead of two big brownies and ice cream, I only had two little cookies.  My sister busted me this time too.  So I ate a bowl of carrots after to make up for it.  My sister's been so awesome and supportive.  She's not going on the diet herself entirely, but she's making some choices similar to what I'm going through.  I really appreciate my family's support.

Tonight hubby and I went to Logan's Steakhouse, because steak is okay, right?  I actually had a bunless burger with brocolli, and hubby had a salad and a steak.  Hubby did NOT get fries, and I'm very proud of him.

At hubby's suggestion, we joined MyFitnessPal.com today.  I didn't think I'd like it, but I really do!

Things I Want to Wear when I've Lost the Weight

I got this idea from someone else's blog and I tweaked it a bit.

Gothic Lolita Dresses - They're so feminine and pretty, and I just don't feel comfortable wearing them right now.

Picture from here.

64 oz of Soda...

Today my hubby confessed to me that he's been drinking 64 oz of soda each day.  We're supposed to drop soda completely and have that much water!  I was grr, but not too upset.  I know this is hard for him.  And...  I had a little cake.  Clearly these changes are not going to happen overnight.

My sister's been very supportive.  She usually gets me a chocolate treat when she goes to the pharmacy.  Today she got me a flavored water with no carbs.  It was a little bit of a bummer, because I like chocolate, but I was really happy that she was so considerate and got me something that fits in my new diet.  I have to change my thoughts about what's a treat and what isn't.

The Psych Eval

Today was me and my husband's psychiatric evaluation.  I'm really glad the psych let us do it together.  I really think it helped us and her.  We really are a team, my husband and I, and I think we conveyed that very well.  We're both getting the surgery done, hopefully on the same day.  We're making the dietary changes together, encouraging each other to follow the rules, helping each other hold back from temptations, etc.  We really proved that we were ready for it, regardless of the result, so the psych gave the nod and told us that she'd tell the surgeon that we were ready.

We did do really good today.  I got Hubby to eat salad twice today and he stopped me from eating cake.  Together, we can do this.

Week 1 Review

Well, it's been a whole week since that fateful appointment with the surgeon last Monday, and even though I haven't done perfectly, I have managed to make some changes.

• I dropped soda like a rock.  I'm proud of that.
• I got a bottle of water with ounce measurements on it and I'm up to drinking all the water I need to.
• I've cut my carb intake in half, I think.  Burgers without buns, breakfast without toast, things like that.

The obligatory "Before" pictures!

Well, here we go.  This isn't me at my biggest, but close enough.

Major Diet Changes, No Sweets?

So last Monday, I had my first appointment with the doctor I'm going to stick with.  Dr. Nicole Basa.  I made this decision because she seemed very serious about getting me healthier, not the money.  Example, instead of telling me to gain weight like Dr. A did, Dr. Basa told me I had to lose some before I could have surgery.  Dr. A said I can keep eating what I'm eating.  Dr. Basa gave me a strict diet.

Here's the new rules I have to obey:

My Weight's Life Story

Once upon a time, I was an egg.  8 months later, I was born, yay!  5 lbs. I was so cute.

A few years later, I was a kid. I wasn't as big kid yet, but I saw my really big Mom, and a couple really big aunts, and put two and two together. When I grew up, I was going to be fat.

Fast forward to High school. I was at 160 lbs. I thought this was fat. I thought this was my fate, and did my best to accept it. I didn't think I was ugly, because I still had pretty good success dating. I was a resolved and proud BBW. At the time, my younger sister wasn't far behind. I just thought it was something to be accepted. It was in our genes.